Cody bought it the day before our first date.
Apparently he wasn’t getting much action with his grandmother’s old Barcaloungers.
I thought it was ugly.
The front pops out and it reclines.
We first held hands on it.
Our next date we had our first kiss on it.
I knew I was going to marry him while laying in his lap on it.
It’s where we first fell asleep together.
I slept through morning sickness on it.
I barfed from it.
I brought a tiny baby home to it.
That tiny baby leaked all sorts of liquids on it.
I shampooed it. A lot.
We’ve taken turns sleeping on it, for multiple reasons.
It was the first thing we had to sit on in our new house.
It’s currently in our bedroom as laundry base camp.
Addie likes to hide behind it and scare Cody.
I still hate it.
I still think it’s ugly.
It has become worn out, parts have broken and it leaks grease on the carpet.
But I can’t ever get rid of it.
It’s our couch.
If you were in Stephanie’s and my Inspirational Writing Workshop with Hallmark at Blissdom last month we issued you a challenge, to write about a couch. The full challenge is here if you want to play along (which you should) and once you do (or if you already have) link your posts up here over at Steph’s place.)