is the living room couch.
It's where we convened for home teaching - the teenagers sulking, the little kids bouncing, the parents soaking in the gospel message.
It's where we squedged together on Christmas mornings, eyes reflecting the twinkling strands and mountains of presents, trying to remember to open just one at a time so Mom could get a picture.
It's where I escaped with a book when a football game was on.
It's where I would sit and listen to my mom and dad sing, practicing their parts for the choir.
It's where my parents would sit and listen while I practiced the piano. Usually "Jurassic Park." I play a really mean dinosaur theme song.
It's where we were gathered when we heard the SCREEEEECH of a car slamming to a stop, followed by hysterical screaming and sobs. My brother had been hit by a car on his bike. The bike was folded in half and the helmet broken. He was unscathed. It was a miracle.
It's where we took all the homecoming, Sadies, and prom pictures. The pose was the same every time.
It's where my best friend had her bridal shower, and we bought her as many embarrassing pieces of nothing as we could.
It's also where My Man first said "I love you."
I told him I loved him, too.