the rocker that I rocked my baby girl in the moment I brought her home from the hospital.
the rocker where we held each other close through many sleepless nights of numerous ear infections and tears mixed with sweet comforting lullabies.
the rocker where she sang and rocked herself to sleep in with her blanket through many years as she was growing up.
the rocker that was more than just a piece of furniture that was part of her room.
the rocker that became so much more when it was left behind and heaven became her home.