As I sink into the faded, tan cushion that is stained with tiny milk amoebas, I feel so blessed. Holding my beautiful daughter in my arms, cuddling her close, I drink in the delicious mix of her sweet, milky, baby breath and floral baby wash. I know that there is no place else in the world where I could feel so fulfilled. It was in this same tan chair that I held my oldest daughter, relishing the ability to rock her and have her be completely at peace. So many stories have been shared in this chair, both from life, and from books. I push down on the chair to make myself comfortable, adjusting the Boppy Pillow, and finding that perfect spot where my girls fit like a puzzle piece. A familiar ear-piercing squeak arises from the chair as it shouts, “Hey, can’t we all be comfortable?” I adjust accordingly and begin to rock back and forth in that familiar rhythm that brings me to a place of total peace and serenity.