Rocking Chair

I recently decided to offer our rocking chair to a friend who is expecting her first child. I don't know what it is about giving it away that has made me so emotional about it. As the twins get older and I pack away clothes to pass on or I give away toys which are no longer age appropriate, I am continuously reminded my babies are growing up.
It seems like yesterday I was in their nursery, sitting in the rocking chair, probably around 8 months pregnant, rubbing my belly and thinking, "This is really happening." After our struggle with infertility, I would sit in the chair, look around their room and just imagine what it was going to be like to hold the twins.
I have spent hours cradling Ryan and Kaitlyn in their rocking chair. Middle of the night feedings and soothings, singing and reading to them. As they got older, I would make time to read to them individually as they sat upon my lap. One of my favorite memories is walking into their room and finding them sitting in the chair side by side looking at books. It was almost as they were reading to one another. On numeorus occassions I would take one at a time out of their crib when they were sleeping and hold them. I would rock them in the chair and talk to them all the while they slept in my arms. Just the other night, I went into their room, settled myself into the chair and watched them sleep. It was the best seat in the house.
Just a simple rocking chair but so many memories.