We decided to change the color of the walls in our living room. We went from our sunny marigold to a Tea cookie, butter milk. Next, we are donating all our sofas that are in the house. 1 from the TV room and 2 from the living room.
The donation truck will stop by today while I'm at work.
As I left the house this morning, I spent a few minutes at each sofa. I tried to smell Amaey in them. We spent so much time together. He would fit just perfect on the red sofa. His favorite thing was to read and take a nap there. I would put all the pillows and put a nice blanket on him and then he would give me his gorgeous, big, no cares in this world, and warm smile back to me. I would tickle him and kiss him and go lay down on the green sofa which was on the opposite. I would lay there looking at him and enjoy just watching him.
Arjun has used the green sofa as his tent and fortress. He would bring all the pillows from around the house, move the coffee table, bring some blankets and arrange everything in a way that would make it easy for him to wiggle in and then close the doors to the world and open the magical world inside. Both the boys loved to be in that make believe world.
The cushions from the sofas have warmed many butts while sitting by the fireplace and enjoying a cup of hot chocolate or roasting marshmallows.
The black sofa in the TV room has it's own stories to tell. We have spent many wonderful hours watching TV, playing on the play station, playing lego, jumping on it, jumping from it, and many-many hours worrying about when Amaey would have his transplant, which hospital might be better to move him to. Many hours talking with doctors behind closed doors figuring out a plan. Many hours talking with the doctor in Israel and finally deciding to take Amaey there.
Will our life be empty without those sofas? Sure our rooms will. And sure, we will fill them up with some other furniture and in time those sofas will become distant memories and we will start making new ones in the new space.
I guess that is how life goes. Out with the old and in with the new. But what really counts are those little things. Those little things that bind you to your memories. To the big things in life.
The donation truck will stop by today while I'm at work.
As I left the house this morning, I spent a few minutes at each sofa. I tried to smell Amaey in them. We spent so much time together. He would fit just perfect on the red sofa. His favorite thing was to read and take a nap there. I would put all the pillows and put a nice blanket on him and then he would give me his gorgeous, big, no cares in this world, and warm smile back to me. I would tickle him and kiss him and go lay down on the green sofa which was on the opposite. I would lay there looking at him and enjoy just watching him.
Arjun has used the green sofa as his tent and fortress. He would bring all the pillows from around the house, move the coffee table, bring some blankets and arrange everything in a way that would make it easy for him to wiggle in and then close the doors to the world and open the magical world inside. Both the boys loved to be in that make believe world.
The cushions from the sofas have warmed many butts while sitting by the fireplace and enjoying a cup of hot chocolate or roasting marshmallows.
The black sofa in the TV room has it's own stories to tell. We have spent many wonderful hours watching TV, playing on the play station, playing lego, jumping on it, jumping from it, and many-many hours worrying about when Amaey would have his transplant, which hospital might be better to move him to. Many hours talking with doctors behind closed doors figuring out a plan. Many hours talking with the doctor in Israel and finally deciding to take Amaey there.
Will our life be empty without those sofas? Sure our rooms will. And sure, we will fill them up with some other furniture and in time those sofas will become distant memories and we will start making new ones in the new space.
I guess that is how life goes. Out with the old and in with the new. But what really counts are those little things. Those little things that bind you to your memories. To the big things in life.
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