Out with the old, in with the new

I'm so excited! I got a new couch and loveseat. Well, new to me. My old couch was twelve years old and it'd been years since I had matching furniture.

My youngest daughter, though, wasn't nearly as excited. There were tears as the old couch went out the front door and they continued for a while after. That couch was older than her, and to her it was like losing a friend.

Needless to say, we had a talk and she's fine now, but the new couch isn't as comfortable as the old one and the old one was just wonderful, despite the tears, peeling, cat scratches, and broken bits. 

I must admit there's a tinge sadness at seeing it go, but as I sit on the new couch and the reclining feature works, the sadness doesn't last long.