Oh that my youth had not fled so far from the hearth of my heart, so my very first recliner, purchased by the Saucie love of my life could have been better appreciated and beloved.
My life had reached into its 7th decade before I was given the boon of a recliner to call my very own. It's been but two days that I call it my own, but in that time I mourn the years that passed without this treasure.
In just a pair of days, I've formed my nest of seekdom, knowledge and humor, with a host of lollipops and laughter, and Saucie hovers 'round, smiling, laughing and sneaking photos of her dopey Mexican lolling in his happy chair.
Yes, it's true...My entire life,I've never had a recliner! And now I do. Are there recliners in the CK? I never missed having a recliner; I think that enjoying it now is a concession to my age.
There's a rocker-recliner in my home, but even as the supposed "man of the house," I hardly ever get to sit in it. Either my wife is rocking a child or the children are playing in it.
I'm not being 100% truthful. My two-year-old daughter came down with an ear infection a few nights ago night, so I sat up with her in the recliner for over two hours before my wife took over and got her to conk out (without anything stronger than Tylenol; I may be the doctor in the house, but my wife has skills). What I really meant is that I never get to relax in the recliner by myself. If I'm in it at all, I'm either holding a sick child or I have a couple of healthy kids crawling all over me while I try to relax, And, to be 100% truthful, I hate it when they're sick but don't mind all that much when they're healthy and treating both the recliner and me as though we're both some sort of playground apparatus.
I know the time is going to come, and sooner than I would think it will, that my kids no longer want to climb on me in the recliner, or even sit in it with me. I should probably enjoy them now. I can hear strains of "Cat's in the cradle, and the silver spoon, Little Boy Blue, and the man in the moon . . ." I don't want to be the dad in that song.
My wife almost bought me one a while back, but in the end we got a bigger/comfier couch.
Your testimony, however, has excited in me a spirit of anticipation...that someday, if I'm righteous enough, I too might enjoy the benefits of eternal reclining, and share the joy that is so evident in your post!
A recliner is the consolation prize for getting a TK Smoothie™, which is ironic since the Q15 look like the ultimate recliner customers. Boy, are they going to be surprised.
Four seats, each reline, with cup holders. I sit on one end, my sweetie sits on the other end, and we meet in the middle to watch movies, share popcorn, and make out.