little red rocking chair

The three years Josh and I tried to have a baby were so very long. and often sad. often frustrating. often isolating.

One afternoon I went to a large consignment sale. and I bought this little red rocking chair.

I bought hope that day.

I often looked at that chair and wondered if it was false hope.

just superstition.

but it was an icon, really.

something tangible to represent the intangible.

Today, I found Annie sitting in her rocking chair. holding her baby doll.

She was rocking it, and then asked her if she wanted to hear a song. the baby said yes, of course, and Annie started belting out a sweet baby lullaby. I wonder what she was singing?

I had to smile. at my little icon made real and full. full of melody and life.

praise God to whom all blessings flow.