Wanting to indulge in the blue skies and sunny weather a little longer, I decided to take a stroll with my husband down the block to enjoy our first ice cream cone of the Spring Season. Before the window opened to take our order, a chair caught my eye.

This chair was unusual admittingly because it reminded me of all the chairs I had ever sat in instantaneously. It reminded me of that chair I used to sit in at my dad's parents house in Queen's New York with the plastic covering and the fabric hidden from specs of dust and dirt. It reminded me of the older cherry-stained chairs at my parent's house that have collapsed or almost collapsed on a few guests through the years but have witheld multiple diner and parties and festivities. It reminded me a bit of the wooden chairs outside Mr. Whippy's Ice Cream in Chincoteague, Virginia. A vacation spot for many years during my younger ages. It had that worn in-whimsical beachy vibe drawing me in to want to relax but also reflect and think for a little bit about past chairs and past ages and the memories I have made and continue to make as we move forward and sitting on the many different chairs of life. 

This particular chair had not one texture nor one color. It looked perhaps handmade where tiny scraps of wood and maybe window sills or parts of doors had been fixed together to create a chair whimsy wonder. A large chair-able to sit more than one person-letting in all the wonders of the world. Stains of many different colors and a unique shape-certainly not perfectly sanded and not meant to be perfect. 

Because let's be honest. There have been chairs we have sat in-chairs where we have been proud. But also chairs where we are less proud, where we wish our seat had gone differently, been a bit more comfortable, been stained a certain way different from the way it is now. Think about how many chairs you have sat on in your lifetime. Think about where those chairs have been located and how many memories the simple action of sitting collects within your heart. Don't forget where you have sat. But don't forget to also make a list of the chairs in which you still wish to go. For isn't it beautiful that life is just one, whimsical mismatched, beachy refection chair waiting to be sat upon.