If our big blue couch could talk, it would share lots of interesting stories. It started out as the family couch, but as the years went by and children started leaving, it seemed much too enormous for just my husband and me. So when our youngest son moved out, it made sense to give him the couch….Almost like a rite of passage! That couch has followed my son to practically every place he has lived through the years. The couch was slept on almost every night. Even if he went to sleep in a bed, he usually ended up moving to the couch.
Today, my son packed up his belongings to move again. He had been living in the old homestead which is under contract and getting new owners next week. When he came back home, the big blue couch came with him. Since he will be staying with a friend temporarily, the big blue couch has been put in storage along with most of his other earthly possessions.
My son is like me. We both attach sentimental value to things that have been passed down in the family, whether it’s a book, artwork, furniture, or even a piece of clothing.
I know it would have been easier for my son to just get rid of that big blue couch, but somehow I knew he would keep it.
Too many memories…