No Sanding Required

I had Friday off for Fall Break (a perk of working at a College) and took the day to repaint Garret's bedroom. It hasn't been updated since we moved into the house and was long overdue. I managed to get it complete in a day. Scrubbed the walls, painted the walls and repainted the trim. I enjoy painting in a weird kind of way because it feels so fresh and clean after all the work. It's an excuse to purge unwanted things, clean all the nooks and crannies and redecorate.  The dresser in his room is very old. It was a hand-me-down and is well-made but needed a little freshening up. I decided to paint it black to go with the new decor in the room. I love the new spray paints that don't require stripping and sanding, etc. I took it down to the garage and began giving it a new coat of paint. It is a maple wood and with the black satin paint all the little nicks and scratches seemed to show up even more but when I noticed that, something crossed my mind. Now I will admit most of the time when these types of things cross my mind it is directly related to my hormones and that may be the case this time, but I LOVE all those scratches, dents and marks on that dresser. It used to be in Chad's room then we moved it to Garret's room so both boys have made their "mark" on it. Every time they put a baseball, football, book, iPod, fish tank, Swiss Army knife, gun shells, fishing lure or trophy on the top it has made one of those marks. I love the dresser just the way it is. It is like a journal of their life to me. I miss my boys very much and realize they will most likely not move back home after college but in a small way I have a piece of each of them on  this dresser.
Hormones, right?