Grandpa Bailey Chair

See this chair here, this chair is what is known fondly by my family as the “Grandpa Bailey Chair”.

All growing up when we would go and visit Grandma and Grandpa Bailey, we LOVED to sit and play in this chair. We would use it as a slide and climb all over on it. Most adults didn’t care to sit in it because the seat of it can be somewhat difficult to get out of. However, I have always found it so comfortable. After my Grandpa Bailey passed away back in 2003, my parents claimed ownership of this chair and had it in their front room. When David and I were engaged I half jokingly asked my Mom one day if we could have the chair, and much to my surprise she said yes. So when she and my Dad came up for our Oregon Reception, they brought the chair with them and we’ve had it ever since. :)

Recently Tucker figured out how to climb up into the chair and it has become one of his favorite places to be. I was sitting watching him play in the chair and couldn’t help but think back to all of the times that I played in that chair. As I was watching Tucker I couldn’t help but imagine my Grandpa here with me now telling me how proud he is of me for all that I do. See, Grandpa always told me that he was proud of me. The last real memory that I have of Grandpa is him hugging me and telling me that he loves me. That was the night before I drove out to Utah to report to the MTC. Earlier that evening he stood in the circle as I was set apart to be a missionary. It was almost as if he knew that he wasn’t going to be here anymore after my mission. We had many moments in the weeks before I left that were spend with just him and I. Moments that probably wouldn’t mean  much to anyone else, but they mean the world to me. No matter what my Grandpa always told me that I was beautiful and intelligent. My Mom said that shortly before he passed away he and my Mom were talking, and in complete clarity He told my Mom that he knew that I would succeed in life, and I would be able to do anything that I put my mind to. My Grandpa was an amazing and patient man. One fall when I was younger I spent a long weekend with my Grandma and Grandpa Bailey. While there they decided to buy me my Halloween costume. I chose to be a punk rocker (wig, microphone and all) and Grandpa would sit and watch me as I performed my concerts while jumping on their min-trampoline. I’m sure he would have rather been doing something else, but he never let me know.

I miss you Grandpa and I love you! :) 

Here are a few shots of Tucker enjoying the chair…