An Ode to Our Couch

Couch of Stories

So, this may look like just a couch, but it is so much more. This couch has been with me since I had my first apartment. It was given to my by my parents, it had a scratchy material on it and the cushions had shrunk so they did not fit the whole couch, but I loved it!
This couch has comforted me when I was sad. It would cuddle me when I was sick. Friends have sat on this couch and we have shared countless stories. I held Stephen's hand for the first time on this couch as well. This couch has has given quality time to myself and my parents when we redid it. It has bedded me when pregnant and held me when exhausted. Adalynn has slept on this couch, spit up and poo-ed.
I love this couch and all its wonderful memories!