Another reason I like folding laundry is because while I'm folding, I see our life unfold in each and every article of clothing. When my husband and I were first married, it was just my clothes and his. Well, and towels and sheets. Occasionally blankets. But you know what I mean. The clothes I have folded over the years for myself have shrunk and grown to accommodate my pregnant body and the {very} occasional weight loss. My husband's clothes have varied from his different job and family responsibilities – work shirts, pajamas, old clothes for working in the yard or other projects, church clothes. Some of our clothes have memories in them too - the shirt my husband wore the night we met, an old sweatshirt I got at a concert a long time ago, a favorite maternity shirt.
And then there's my kids. Their clothes (and the babies themselves) start out teeny tiny. And don't we just "ooh" and "aah" over all the witty bitty socks and the tiny little onesies? But for something so teeny tiny, they go through a LOT of clothes. All that puking, pooping, peeing and spitting up means changing them several times a day. But before you know it, they've grown out of the newborn, the 0 - 3 months, the 6 - 9 months and so on and so forth. Their clothes get bigger and bigger - and you go through the various stages, phases and trends. My son's clothes have been adorned with Pooh Bear, Thomas the Train, Spiderman and Star Wars, just to name a few. And before I know it, he'll be taller than me and probably arguing with me about pulling up his pants. ;)
I know time is only going to go faster...but it stops for a moment when I get to fold laundry.
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