Laundry... The ever present reminder of being a grown-up, a mom... And a very present reminder of how things change.
It started out with 'big' clothes... Many socks, work shirts, pants and skirts. One load a week. And just 2 of us.
And then it changed. It became big clothes, and some teeny ones. Premature baby grows, tiny socks, little teeny t-shirts, and it was fun to hang all those little 'doll's clothes' on the line and look at them and revel in the fact that now we were three.
Then those, too, began to evolve, and change, and become pants and skirts and bigger socks, and I watched them flapping on the breeze thinking "how did time fly so fast? Two to three loads a week of our changing, growing family.
Now when I do the laundry, I see little girl panties, dresses, and a lot of "pink, Mommy!", but again, next to the beautiful little Princess clothes, new ones hang... Little boy socks and tiny baby grows and small jeans and t-shirts. And I am overwhelmed with love for our family which are now 4...
Yes, the big socks and work pants and shirts and skirts are still there (and many of them still the same ones that were hung when there were only 2 of us) but they are now a testimony to what love can do...