Life on the gray couch

After some months of deciding what we wanted, we welcomed a gray sectional from Ashley Furniture into our living room in January 2020. We pieced it together so it takes almost all the wall space on three sides of the room that is open on the far side of the dining room.
I don’t typically name objects, but this couch deserves a name for the amount of life it has absorbed in the past nearly six years. When we first got it, I didn’t let the kids eat on it. If we watched a ballgame while eating, I made them sit on the ground. Yet I did let them jump from cushion to cushion to ottoman to cushion. We didn’t have any pets at that time, so I certainly couldn’t imagine dogs wanting to sit on it.
Winter is a good time to hunker down, watch basketball and movies, and gather comfortably inside. And that’s what we did in January and February that year. Then it was March 2020, and we spent more time on the new couches than I would have ever imagined, thanks to the uncertainties and restrictions of COVID-19.
We did church with the five of us spread out on the sectional. Rachel was lovingly called “two crack” because she would manage to sleep with her body contorted into the two cracks in the corner section. We watched several seasons of Survivor, and I introduced my girls to Chad Michael Murray movies.
Restrictions loosened, and my Bible study friends moved from my porch to my couch. Other friends gathered here throughout the summer and into the fall. The way the couch takes up most of the living room meant we had to find a new place for our Christmas tree. The kids would come home from school and rest their bodies and minds. The wild, unruly tree found a new home, and we opened stockings and presents on the couches.
The calendar turned to 2021, and the couch became more and more comfortable and felt like home. We rang in that new year, and have watched the ball drop at 11 pm Central Time on New Year’s Eve most every year since.
At the beginning of the new year, my mother-in-law had quadruple bypass surgery and recovered at our house, so we moved in a recliner that didn’t match the gray couch but would help her rest and heal. In February, my oldest, Cate, was the first in our house to get COVID when quarantining was still a thing and nobody was vaccinated. I didn’t allow her on the couch for at least 10 days because Gran Gran’s healing chest couldn’t handle the respiratory sickness like that.
Everybody healed, more sickness came and went, and I would Lysol the couch. We kept living life with people coming in and out of our house and our lives. The kids grew up. Rachel didn’t take many two-crack naps, but many pillow forts have been built. But we watched more basketball games, reality shows, and probably another Chad Michael Murray movie.
Ben had a rough eighth-grade year, so after various obstacles and insights, and probably some tears cried into the gray cushions, we got him a dog in May 2024. Balto is a bigger dog who loves to snuggle and be near. At first, I only let him on the older couch in the back room, but now he jumps on the gray couch when it’s covered by a quilt. Even so, I still can’t believe I have a dog on my couch.
But that’s our life right now. My boy needed this dog, and I really think this dog needed my boy.
In April 2025, we became a two-dog household. Rachel’s dog, Bailey, and Balto immediately bonded and cuddled together on the quilt-covered couch the first evening they were together. Bailey seems to prefer the cool floor, but she lies near the couch when we’re in the living room because she knows life happens here on the gray couch.
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