Ah, the memories we share. I'm not sure life will be quite the same without you.
You were the first couch that Ben and I picked out together, and I have never been able to nap on any couch as comfortably as I napped on you.
I'm pretty sure I spent almost half of my entire first pregnancy lounging on your cozy cushions, and you never did completely recover after all of those hours of 175 pounds of pregnant lady laying on you.
Many nights we spent together after Maria was born and would only sleep in her car seat - you were my bed while she cat-napped through each night.
I thought I could live without you when we got new furniture and you were covered in stains. Your new home was the basement, where I visited you from time to time, but our relationship was not the same.
On my birthday a few years ago you again were invited back upstairs (now draped in a slipcover to mask the stains), and again we enjoyed many afternoon naps together.
Whenever I couldn't sleep at night (which really wasn't that often), I would move from my bed to you and I would be able to fall asleep.
Last year you once again were banished to the basement when the slipcover became too inconvenient and we got some new hand-me-down furniture for the front room. I missed you, but it was time for Maria and Sam to enjoy your comfortable cushions.
I never expected it to end like this - a flood that you (and your cushions that the kids left on the floor) just could not survive. I will miss you dearly, but will always have the memories.







