Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The Only Thing I Really Love About Laundry
The only thing that makes me smile when I do laundry is the load of pink. Just pink. Only Pink.
There was a time when I didn't think I would have a daughter. Definitely not two daughters. On both sides of the family, for our generation and the one before us, no family has 2 daughters. Perhaps having 5 brothers and 0 sisters really sort of taints one's mind.
When I was in labor with our first, I looked at Mark and asked if we were really sure about our boy name because I wanted to be sure when *he* came out. But then *he* was a *she* and God gave us the precious gift of an All Pink load of laundry.
So on this day of ordinary life. Filled with laundry, I'm thankful for the pink.
But as our recent house guests can attest. . . I also have a load of Only Blue, Only Green, and Only Red. We're a colorful bunch around here. But just mentioning those other loads is quickly deflating my outlook on today. . . Ugh. . . Let's look at the pink again.
Precious little baby girl pink . . . big girl bright pink. . . .pink blankies . . .pink jeans . .stripey pink pajamas. . . pink . . . pink . . .pink. . .
My boys also know I love them. Oh, yes they do. Someday I'll take a picture of their dirty laundry . . . with grass stains, mud-caked knees. . . holes in inopportune places. . .