When Anonymous and first married we had mish-mash of items in our apartment. We soon bought things together to fill our apartment and then our first home. One item I particularly enjoyed was our coffee table. It had slots for magazines and remotes. The top was kept clear save for some votive candles and drinking glasses (on a coaster of course). Having our first child and breaking my leg necessitated the removal of the coffee table. We had in the garage before a giving it to a neighbour who had expressed desire in it. Another item which was removed from our home was stemware. We had a few pieces yet with children and moving to a new pieces were lost. For awhile we had these stemless plastic type wine glasses but we never really used them.
On Friday we went out and purchased a new coffee table and stemware. It’s nothing fancy, the table is not some great piece of carpentry made from rare fallen wood. The stemware is not hand-blown by some artisan. However, the return of these items has made me feel that I am once again an adult. Our children are old/tall enough not to run headlong into the furniture. Also they understand that plenty of other rooms are designated for play. After 8 years we have a coffee table and I feel genuine happiness. It’s true what is said about Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. With the base needs met the wistful wishes of a coffee table can be fulfilled.