FUNNY HOW THINGS COME FULL-CIRCLE

When our third-floor foyer ceiling was being replaced, my husband eyed the recliner his mother had reupholstered for his aging father in his retirement years. The chair needed to be moved for the repairs to begin.

My husband decided we would put the comfortable piece in our son Moss’s old bedroom, which my husband now uses as an at-home office. With that, I thought, funny how things come full circle.

My father-in-law started sitting on that recliner when he was retired and in his seventies. Now, my husband in his seventies, but still working, likes to relax in the recliner and read.

In the interim years, our elder son Judd sat in the recliner, then stationed on our third floor. There, he played PlayStation video games on a television positioned a few feet away.

Maybe when he’s in his seventies, Judd will relax with a book while sitting in the recliner and think about his father and grandfather. He will likely remember the fun of the games he played while sitting comfortably diagonally across from the TV in the foyer of the third floor of his childhood home.

Hopefully, the recliner will be around for generations to come continuing to give comfort and solace. Unequivocally that seat, recovered from intermittent abandonment, is chock full of memories.