I have a porch swing that needs to be hung up, but I haven't bought the frame yet.
The swing used to be on the porch in my wife’s parents house.
It's sitting on our back porch, holding a dead plant. It's had more important tasks.
The first time I ever sat in it, I had just met Holli. We did a lot of complaining that night to one another, each with our own problems.
I’d visit every once in a while and we’d sit in the porch swing and talk. Even when it got really cold, we’d sit out there for at least a minute before I’d go home.
And when I proposed marriage to her, we were sitting in that swing.
