Another quick thought I wanted to be sure to capture…
I made it my goal to catch up on laundry yesterday. I have pretty much accomplished this feat and have been carting folded laundry and matched socks up from the laundry room throughout the day yesterday.
As Jon and I were preparing to head out for drinks last night, I saw something on the floor, out of the corner of my eye.
It was a pair of Elle’s socks that must have fell off the top of the pile of clean clothes, balled up into their one-inch diameter size, with little bows to boot.
And once I realized what they were, and that they weren’t doing any harm, I left them there for a few more trips up and down the stairs…and every time I saw them let myself smile a little bit, because it feels so good to have a home where little socks can be found on the floor.
So today, I’m thankful for little socks and for the little girl who wears them.