About a year after we were married, my husband and I went furniture shopping — at a real store, one where everything in it was new. It was an exciting time and we dwelled over our purchase for hours. And hours. And hours more. Bless our poor sales person for her patience with a couple of thrifty newlyweds.
We finally managed to settle on a couch, a chair and an ottoman. That was eight years ago and our first real adult, serious, expensive purchase together. Thankfully, as I’ve gotten older, my taste and my standards for comfort have gotten better.
Last week, we passed the couch and the ottoman on to the next generation — our nephew and his young family. It gave our hearts such pride that they even wanted our hand-me-downs. And it’s nice to know our first couch is in the loving care of family.
Leaving the old couch with them was hard. That couch had seen many a lazy Sunday afternoon. It was good for taking naps on and it was a perfect snuggle spot for dogs and husbands.
Many times that couch healed the sick, comforted the sad and became a cozy resting spot for the tired, but I know I’ve left it in good hands. And I’ve been told I get supervised visits, occasionally, if I call ahead of time.
For the second time in our lives, my husband and I got to pick out a new sofa — again, at one of those fancy furniture stores where everything is new and expensive.
We are grateful that life has taken us to a new level where we can afford such fancy offerings in life, like leather. This couch has yet to live up to the standards of the old one. It’s only had a few naps and, for the moment anyway, no dogs are allowed. I’m sure that rule will get bent a bit as time goes on.
This couch has big cushions to fill. I hope it’s up for the challenge and realizes that it’s got a tough job ahead.