Someday, I will have nice things again. Someday when the kids are grown and gone away. Someday.
My husband and I lament almost daily over our dilapidated (yet still wildly comfy) couch and loveseat set.
We were young newlyweds, blinded by love and the freshness of new life together. Not a bad thing I suppose, but nary a child was on the horizon and to be brutally honest, I wasn't even sure I wanted any. (My, how things change.)
So we settled on a huge furniture set (and by huge, I mean so entirely gargantuan that we didn't realize we would have to partially disassemble the couch to get it through our apartment door). But it was such a beautiful sage green that I didn't care how or what had to be done as long as it was in my living room that evening.
9 years later. One of our couch cushions has a large smiley face in hot pink Sharpie. No problem. Flipped it over. Another cushion has hot pink nail polish dripped all over. No problem. Flip! Then, there was the incident with the red popsicle. Well, it really wasn't anything that a strategically placed pillow couldn't fix. And then more nail polish in... you guessed it... hot pink. And that's when we introduced the strategically placed afghan.
I think its been about two years since we began the discussion of slipcovers. Choosing the names of our children was easier than deciding on a slipcover. And there they sit, imperfect as they may be (and honestly, there is no better place for a Sunday afternoon nap).
If I could do it all over again... two words: Black. Leather.
when my sweet girls are beautiful women with families of their own,
and my house is hauntingly empty,
and every room in my house is clean at the same time,
and Lee and I have nothing to do but to stare at each other's wonderfully time-worn faces,
I will have nice things....
that will stay nice.
And I will miss my girls.
"Don't you see that children are God's best gift?
the fruit of the womb his generous legacy?
Like a warrior's fistful of arrows
are the children of a vigorous youth.
Oh, how blessed are you parents,
with your quivers full of children!
Your enemies don't stand a chance against you;
you'll sweep them right off your doorstep."
Psalms 127.3-5 (The Message)