Laundry day.

Everyone has that dreaded chore that they hate, and for me it's laundry. I don't know why, because lets be real. It's not that bad. I don't have to go down to the river and use a washboard to scrub each piece of clothing. I don't have to hang them on a clothes line and wait for hours for them to dry.

I just sort them and stick a load in these pretty things ...



Then after they're dry and fluffy, throw the load in this pretty basket ...
{because any excuse to use my Longaberger laundry basket makes even my most dreaded chore a hair better}



And then fold the soft lavender scented items, only to find these things among the clothes ...



It always amazes me why I find things like binkies, dry wipes, and teething rings in each load, and then I remember... I have a 17 month old boy, whose laundry basket is just at his height and arms reach.

If nothing else, it makes me smile and count my blessings. I have chores and I have laundry because I have the people I love around me.