"Thank you for saving me" it whispers when I walk by. It was bound for the landfill and only I could see the beauty in it. "WELCOME HOME" I reply back. Your history will remain a mystery to me but it deserved a fresh start. Some day I'll pass it down to one of my kids and hopefully they will add memories to the bench too. What DOES a piece of furniture hang onto? Does it keep a list of the people or animals that have become one with it? Does it relish the fact that it endured a much-needed facelift or does it long for the original skin?
Dear Bench - You're a part of my family now and I hope you're comfortable, warm and grateful for the new look. You're here to stay and grow old with us and I want to thank you for creeping out to the curb that day so I could bring you home.