shined at the end of my laundry tunnel yesterday. The bright light was in the laundry room, shining on the pile of Georgia red clay decorated clothes, boy clothes. The fuzzy light was my buzz cut hair son who, when told to please start a load of laundry, actually walked upstairs, and did.
A bright and curly light shined at the end of that wash cycle. The bright light was still in the laundry room, shining on the now wet, but clean, no longer Georgia red clay decorated clothes, boy clothes. The curly light was my curly haired son, who when told to put the wet, but clean, clothes into the dryer, and start it, actually walked upstairs, and did.
A bright and increasingly shiny light at the end of the laundry tunnel--boys who not only can fold away and put their laundry up, now can also start and run the load from beginning to end.
This story will have a happy ending, full of bright, fuzzy, curly and shiny lights.
A Proud Shining Moment Indeed!
ReplyDeleteOh, I look forward to that day!
ReplyDeleteOh, how I LOOOOOOONG for this day! Oh YES, I do!
ReplyDeleteSecond only to the day they could run the water, then bathe and clothe themselves!
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