Growing up, my father had a huge rust-colored La-Z-Boy. It was hideous,
even brand new. As an adult, I always scoffed at the notion of a
recliner envisioning that monstrous eyesore I grew up with. That all
changed the day I had a baby. I spent so many hours feeding and rocking
my first child that my baby blue glider became my new best friend. Yet,
it was always missing something. And that something was the ability to
recline.
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