I want to let you in on one of my dirty secrets. It’s kind of embarrassing, too.
I have an ugly couch. One that should have been thrown out years ago. Yet I haven’t.
I’ve kept this ugly couch in our living room. It’s stayed in front of our picture window.
Even more so since we put Zane down.
Why We Have An Ugly Couch
There’s a reason I’ve kept this ugly couch. It was my boy’s favorite spot to lay.
He’d love to flop on the couch and roll over on his belly. He’d look at you with his goofy grin.
It was HIS couch.
Broken boards. Ripped fabric. Ugly decision.
But the ugly couch has stuck around.
I’ve kept it because it reminds me of him.