The Clothes Line

Here I go again with another meaningful life application with my laundry line. Let me just say I love the thought of hanging all my laundry on the line outside. It smells better and it feels like sunshine. One of my greatest loves is the smell of sheets after they’ve hung on the line all day. I may be the only one in the world with this fascination. So be it.

I generally hang my towels out when the weather is nice. They dry fairly quickly, maybe three hours. I love to feel them and smell them. I will of course shake them off to make sure there are no spiders on them. I think they dry better when they’ve been on the line. And they are brighter because of the sunshine.

Now that my boys are outside constantly (it is springtime) they love to play through the towels. I have to admit I’ve fussed a little when they get snapped off the line and fall in the dirt. I don’t like that. I recently took one of my favorite snapshots of my boys. It’s this:

The quality of the lighting is terrible because the shadows are weird. But my heart just loves this little picture. John John is decked out in his superhero cape pretending who knows what with the hanging towels. Judah is just following his big brother around, giggling and squealing through the towels. I couldn’t even get mad when they were smacking my laundry with their dirty little hands and their sticks. I love to watch them play nicely together so I wasn’t going to ruin the moment. The simplicity of this picture and my love of hanging out laundry makes me happy. I just captured one of my favorite moments being their mommy and being a homemaker.

Now I’m writing this with a little boy trying to bite my foot while the other one is enthralled with Narnia on TV. I’m reminded of their sweetness and innocence by looking at this picture and I tame my desire to fuss when I’m getting chewed on. Thank you Lord, for clotheslines.