There was a pile of laundry here at our house that took two days to get washed. It got started late on day one and then forgotten until the middle of day two. Two loads were staring me in the face...not something that I really wanted to fold at 9:00pm last night. But then as I was digging into the pile something hit me (and I'm sure it's not original to me) that I do love laundry when I stop to think about the bodies that fill those little outfits, and big t-shirts. Not that I LOVE laundry, (sigh), but it does make it a joy when I see those clothes and envision them on the bodies they are intended for, my family.
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