It’s MY Chair

As I sit here on the couch with Daniel draped over my chest, I look over and realize that, yet again, Michael is siiting in my chair.  My chair being the one he bought just for me when I was seriously pregnant with Gloria and could not get comfortable in bed.  It’s the chair that I nursed her in every night and the chair that I used to help me put my feet up in when I was carrying Daniel. 

For the past several weeks, Michael has occupied this chair during the evening time.  I think it might have started when he decided to settle down in it while holding his sleeping son and I was up doing laundry or something.  Now it seems to have become a habit.  I noticed that even when I walk Daniel to sleep, Michael is still in my chair.  It’s a good thing I like this couch so much.