We lived in our North Carolina home almost 18 years. Wow…how is that even possible? We moved to Charlotte from Texas about a year after we got married. Billy accepted a transfer. We put our townhome on the market which sold in 6 days. Six days. Now what?

We knew within a certain radius where we needed to be but had done no research. For the most part we just looked at a map, picked a part of town, loaded a moving truck, and moved across the country. No kids. No home. New city. New life. We lived in an apartment while our home was built. We didn’t have much furniture so we bought a house full….including two green couches.

Here we are years later. We replaced our AC unit and our roof a few months ago. What was fresh and shiny is now looking worn and dated. Don’t even get me started on the carpet. Yes, we actually had carpet in our living room…..dingy, worn, and discolored carpet. Worn from years of pacing back and forth with babies, chasing naked toddlers, and stained from spilled juice cups, years of dog hair and dirty shoes. That said, it was time. Good thing we sold and moved because we needed…a lot… updated paint, floors, updated cabinets and more. And of course, furniture.

A top furniture item to replace is the green couch. Our dingy, green fabric couch with matching loveseat and accompanying 62 coordinating pillows has definitely seen better days. If that couch could talk it would speak of the good days, the better days, the best of days, the not so great days and the absolute worst of days. So take a load off. Take a seat. Be still a quiet bit.

Take a seat. Come this way. Our couch welcomes every day.

News of pregnancy announcements  shared. Babies nursed hours on end. 
Both naps and sleepless nights...it depends. 

The snuggles and cuddles with family held dear. Cozy date nights required and maybe a beer.

Hurry, grab popcorn and a glass of red wine. Family movie night has begun.
Mommy loves the one with the guy on the run.

Boys building forts and girls not allowed. Sometimes just one. Sometimes a crowd.

Charcoal mask on my face. Paint on my toes. Where's the remote? No one ever seems to know.

Read a book. Write a story. Phone a friend. 
Pay taxes. Check emails. Pay bills. Never ends. 

Writers nook. Make a list. What's for dinner? What to cook?

Stomach flu go away. Go sleep on the couch because you can not stay.

Seizures start. It's my turn to watch.
 You get tomorrow. We each do our part.

Tests results came back. Diagnosis made. 
Breathe deep. Say more prayers from where your head laid.

Work part-time if you have an interest. Instagram posts with lots of Pinterest.

Quiet devotions read. Just take a minute. Lazy coffee mornings with wine for the finish.

Carrying the weight of depression proves too much. 
Such is life. You can't love too much.