Two Priceless Chairs

When I was a little girl (about 2 or 3) my Daddy made me two little chairs.  At the time, Daddy's company was working on a special project.  His boss told him that there was extra fabric and if he wanted to take some then he could feel free to have it.  Daddy took the fabric and stayed after work to surprise me with these two chairs.

Soon after Daddy died I didn't want to see the chairs.  I was in so much emotional pain that it made his loss hurt more.  I asked one of my dear friends if she could hold onto these chairs for me.  She was so kind and took very good care of them for me.  Thanks Amy!!

Last weekend when Ryan and I went down to Richmond I picked up the chairs... after 18 years.  I was finally ready to see them though I was worried about my emotions.  When she gave them to me it felt as though no time had passed.

This is a picture of Daddy, with the company van, and the two chairs that he made for me.

I look forward to the day when Ryan and I have children so I can watch them sit in the chairs just like I did when I was small and then share with them that their Grandpa made them.