My two oldest daughters fell asleep in the living room the other night. The long legs that carried them to class across their grassy college campuses were now sprawled across our hunter green leather couches.
I tried to remember how long we’ve had the living room furniture — I could only remember that Steve and I bought our first creme-colored leather couch a few months after we married nearly 24 years ago — it was a pricey, yet smart $999 investment.
After nearly a quarter-century of use, it is relegated to resting in front of the basement fireplace. During their living room tumbling exhibitions when they were preschoolers, we sometimes encouraged the girls to “be easy on the couch, one day you can take this to college with you.”