My Selfish Sofas

I celebrated my 45th birthday recently, and Luke and the kids asked me what I'd like for a gift. This kind of surprised me, since I've always thought I was a pretty obvious hinter.  I've been saving for a new laptop, and I thought I would ask for one, but somehow "a new sofa" is what came out of my mouth.

There's no question I have needed new sofas for some time now.  I was born without an interior design gene, but even I know that the green slip-covered, dog-chewed, third owner sofa and love seat were finished having their turn at my house.  I really didn't think my beloved husband would go for it, and I wouldn't have blamed him.  Sofas are expensive.  This is a large expense. It felt very selfish, and he said yes!

Harriett and I went to Art Van and chose a sectional for the living room and one for the TV room.  I should mention that these are the first brand new still in the plastic sofas I've EVER purchased. First ever in 45 years! I've owned lots of sofas, davenports, and couches.  In my apartment, years ago, I had one patio couch, a vinyl one from a dentist's waiting room, and an atrocious turquoise beast that folded out into a bed (at the same time).   I've never unwrapped the plastic and put the feet on all by myself!  What a fabulous adventure!

So I was feeling very selfish, until we were putting the couches together and the kids were exploring these new comfy spots to find their new favorite places.  They thanked me for choosing a gift that we could all enjoy.  They've fussed about and rearranged pillows and wrestled for the sweet spots on these new couches.  Last night Simon, Sylvia and I cuddled up with a few good books and read together on these new couches.  Isaac even jumped in at the end to use his "epic Viking voice" for the grandmother in the book "Thunder Cake."  It was Patricia Pollacco meets Lord of the Rings. Epic!  

God took my selfishness and made it into a blessing to our family.  He's using my birthday couches to bring us closer together.  That's what I really wish for on every day, not just my birthday.  I wish (and pray) that my children grow up knowing they are loved and valued.  I pray that they know this is their home and they are always welcome here.  Mostly, I pray that they know how blessed I have been to be a part of their lives for as long as I get to be around.  They are a gift to me.  

Thank you Lord, for the gift of couches and relaxation and Love.