Well, we are in the process of selling everything we own basically so that we can buy one nice new couch to go in our petite house. Today our pink flowered couches sold and as the buyer left a wave of sadness came over me. When my mom first got those couches we all thought they were the most beautiful things we had ever scene. As the styles changed and the parents upgraded, me and Sam inherited them. They have been through a lot in the past 13 years and except for the dingy fabric, are still in perfect condition. I called my mom and told her. We started to think of all the things those couches have endured: Parties, mission calls, Family Home Evenings, Family Fight Nights, babies, sleepovers, dance parties, wedding receptions... So all those who have memories of those couches write in and share a thought.