So this evening I was doing laundry. Like most evenings when I do laundry, I have a pile for me and one for my husband and one for my toddler. As I looked at those piles it took me back and I remembered how only 2&1/2 short years ago there was only one pile of laundry(mine of corse) in a lonly apartment on main street. And with all my independence and pride I thought I had it all. But really I was lonly and the nights were cold! But now there are three piles of laundry and soon to be four. And I fold it every day instead of once a week. And amidst all the craziness, I may not have it all, but I have all that matters; an amazing husband, and two babies. In conclusion laundry makes me happy, because its one of Gods ways of showing me what he has given me.
Cute great post Trina! Glad you posted again. :) I was just wondering the other day if you were going to be done blogging forever.... ;)
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Folding laundry can for sure be a time to think....unless, of course, you have 50 jillion other things on your mind!
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