About a week ago my wife started asking me about a new couch. We already have a quite fine couch I thought to myself. One that my very cheap mind often reminds me how that we paid to much for. Really, I was just about to go down the "geez do we really need all this stuff" path again (sconces, damn sconces!), when I had a thought.
I started to realize that that couch, or any couch, is really what our marriage is all about. It has little to do with the couch itself, that would be silly. It has everything to do with the abundance of time we spend together on that couch.
That couch is the center of our home. The center of our family. The center of our relationship.
We joke about the lack of "something in common" (I will never live that down will I?). The amount of time we spend just being together is that "something in common". We watch our many TV shows together. We make each other laugh. We playfully tease each other (wet Willy's?). We have all of that in common.
Ironically, much of that interaction is spent on that couch. Foot rubbing, jockeying for comfort, fighting for the remote, tickling, snuggling, it all happens on that couch. Hour after hour after hour. All hours I cherish. All hours I look forward to. Hours of pure pleasure and love.
You want a new couch honey? Go get one. I hope it brings us as much joy as the last one. And the one before that, and the one before that.
All my love and much couching.
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