Family Heirlooms | This Glider

If this glider could talk, there's no telling what stories it may share, the memories that it holds deep within.

This glider belonged to my Nana. I can't remember when she got it, all I can remember is me sitting in it every time I was at her house.

I spent summer after summer with my grandparents when they moved to Tennessee. This glider sat next to their patio door. When the door was open on a beautiful summer day, the breeze I felt through the screen was wonderful.

This glider saw a lot of things over the years - memories and moments that shaped me into the person I am today. It saw many hours of knitting, tons of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and my attempt (and fail) to write a book. It saw times of uncontrollable laughter and even some tears. It saw lots of late-night conversations with my Nana about life and God.

It also saw the moment my boyfriend (now husband) promised a life together, and the moment he asked my parents and grandparents for permission to marry me. Even though it saw a lot of happy moments, it also saw some of the hardest moments in my life.

This glider was the one thing Nana always called mine. I sat here for countless hours reading and knitting. Now, it's in my home. And sitting in it, giving it a gentle rock, sitting in the silence - I can still feel that Tennessee summer breeze blowing in, the sunlight spilling onto the floor in front of my feet, and my Nana laughing in the background. It's the one place I can sit and feel like she's right here next to me, holding my hand.