Monday, March 9, 2009

The Giving Couch

**my family= the neighbors

Once there was a couch.
And it loved a little boy who had just graduated from college.
And everyday, the boy would come and gather her pillows and prop them behind his back when he played video games.
He would climb up on her cushions and sit and watch sports.
And when he was tired he would sleep on her cushions.
And the boy loved the couch... very much.
And the couch was happy.



But time went by.
And the boy got a job.
And the couch was often alone.
Until the boy met a girl.
And they would spend a lot of time together on the couch.
And the couch was happy.


One day the couch said, "Come boy, come and climb up on my cushions and watch sports and take a nap."
And the boy said, "I am too busy to take a nap. I want a wife. And I want children. And I want a house. Can you give me a house?"
"I have no house," said the couch, "but take my cushions and my pillows and make yourself a house. And then you will be happy."
And the couch was happy.


One day the boy married the girl.
And they moved the couch to their new house.
But it would not fit in the front room.
And so they moved it into their bedroom.
And the couch would wait for the boy to come and play.
But the boy was busy.
And he stayed away for a long time.
And the couch was happy, but not really.


And then one day the boy came back and walked by the couch
And the couch said, "Come boy, come and sit on my cushions and gather my pillows and play video games and be happy."
"I am too busy to play video games," said the boy. "I have a child now. And I have a wife."
And the couch said, "Come and sit with your child and read books to her and be happy."
And the boy sat on the couch and read books to his daughter.
And the couch was happy.


And the boy had some neighbors and they saw the couch in the boy's bedroom.
And sometimes they sat on the couch.
And the couch was happy.


One day the boy moved his family.
And the couch was placed in the family room.
And the children would race onto the couch and jump from its pillows and play and be happy.
And the couch was happy.


Until one day the couch said, "Come boy, come and sit on my cushions."
And the boy said, "I want leather. Can you give me leather?"
And the couch said, "I cannot give you leather. But take my cushions and prop up your head and enjoy my comfy seat."
And the boy said, "I will get some leather. And I will take you to the neighbors who have sat on you and you will stay in their loft. And you will be happy."
And the couch was moved to the neighbor's loft.
And the neighbors were happy.
And the couch was happy.
But he missed his boy.


But every so often the boy would come and visit the couch and sit on its cushions and watch a basketball game with his neighbor and watch his kids play in the loft and wear a blonde wig.
And the boy was happy.
And the couch was happy.


And the couch would watch the neighbor's children play.
And they would gather up her cushions.
And make forts.
And play and giggle and be happy.
And the couch was happy.


And the couch would say, "Come neighbors, climb up on my cushions and watch movies.
And read to your children.
And brush their hair and their teeth.
And be happy."
And the neighbors said, "We want leather. Can you give us leather?"
And the couch said, "I cannot give you leather. But take my pillows and enjoy their softness."
And the neighbors got leather.
And they were happy.
And the couch was in the garage.
And she was happy, but not really.





And one day the neighbors' newly married sister came and got the couch and took her off to her new home.
And the newly married sister was happy.
And the couch was happy.


And then one day a lot later, the newly married sister's mother-in-law took the couch to her new home.
And again, the couch was happy.


And then a lot of days later, the mother-in-law was moving into another house and could not fit the couch into her new home and gave the couch to a nice girl.
And the couch was happy.


And then one day a lot lot later, the neighbors created a blog.
And they advertised the sale of their oldest daughter's Girl Scout Cookie sale on their blog.
And a nice girl read the blog and ordered some cookies.
And the oldest daughter was happy.


And the neighbors hopped in their car.
And traveled a few miles to deliver the Girl Scout Cookies to the nice girl whom they had never met.
And when they walked into the nice girl's apartment,






they saw a couch.
And it looked like a couch they once had.
And the couch straightened herself up and said, "Come neighbors, come and climb up on my cushions and gather my pillows and make forts. And be happy."
"We are too busy to sit on your cushions and make forts in the nice girl's apartments. And our children need to get home and get some sleep. But, we will take your picture and blog about you and we will be happy."

And the couch was happy.




And so was the nice girl.



19 comments:

Noelle said...

okay, this may be my favorite post so far!

The American Homemaker said...

LOL

Heidi said...

Nuh-UH! Is that a word?! NUh-UH! No way! I can't believe that! I was almost sacred to see how this story was going to end! I was laughing/crying through the whole thing, pausing to let it soak in...you say it so well. I love our story! I still remember hauling that thing back from the front door around to the garage with a straight shot to the master bedroom. Ahh the memories of our little house. Tomorrow is the anniversary of when the boy took the girl on their first date nine years ago. What a history! What a great investment! It still looks great! And she (apartment girl) is HAPPY! The boy now has two more couches he'd like to give away that are sitting in the garage. Too many children who need room to romp and play. There is no time to sit. Only time for playing and wrestling and piggy back rides--which cannot happen with a couch in the way. With this story still in progress I just wonder what the couch's story would be when the love seat gets involved? After all...we've still got leather in the family room....:)

HanksFam said...

So cute. I love the story. The Giving Tree is a favorite book in our house right now.

Shannon said...

I loved this post. I don't remember your couch, but I do love "The Giving Tree". Thanks for taking the time!

uniquelynat said...

ahhh so cute! of course the condensed version on the phone did not do this post justice! and silly me was just like the girl that married the boy- i cried and laughed through the whole thing. and then i read it to my hubs and he thought it was quite clever too. way to go on a very clever post!!

Kellie said...

This is awesome!

kel said...

awesome!! I love it!

CaJoh said...

I must admit that sometimes we grow very attached to things like a couch. My step-son loved the couch so much that he took the basement door off its hinges in order to haul the old couch downstairs rather than throw it out.

Me said...

So Sweet! I know its sappy..but its touching! I'm glad your beloved couch found a home to be happy in!

Ruth P said...

I love it! You must be feeling better to write such an great post!

wonder woman said...

What a beautiful modern day fable. And a small world.

Nathan said...

A few items of business:

1) I'm so happy you are feeling better. (You ARE feeling better, right? You're not trying to blog while attempting to recover, I hope.)

2) The Giving Tree is my favorite book from childhood.

3) Despite my best efforts, I now have "It's a Small World" stuck in my head. It will probably be there for the rest of the day.

Kethry said...

Wow, I did not realize that there was such a story involved with the couch. I loved the couch already, and I will love it even more now. I even do all the things that first boy did. Video games and sports and naps.

I laughed so hard, I started to cry. That was a good story. I'm going to have to print this out and show my roommate.

Tink said...

This was awesome! I loved your play off of the book The Giving Tree! It completely made me laugh. Ahhh, if furniture could talk!

Kethry said...

I sent my mom a link to this (because this story is awesome), and she looked at the picture and said "It that our old couch?!" I didn't even see it until she pointed it out, but it is almost exactly like the couch we had had for years. The only difference (besides the upholstery) is that ours had a bed in it. Maybe that's another reason why I like it so much, because it reminds me of happy childhood.

Ginny said...

i really loved this post!!! so good! im glad to have played a role in the couch's story : )

Ginny said...

i really loved this post!!! so good! im glad to have played a role in the couch's story : )

Cynthia said...

I wish I were HALF as clever as you are. This post is AWESOME! May that couch be eternally blessed for it's many sacrifices on behalf of the family! LOL!