When All the Socks Find Their Match

It was a small moment: I folded the fresh, warm load of laundry on our bed. Something about folding laundry and putting it away makes me happy; it’s one project completed in a day full of long projects with looming deadlines.

And then, the scattered socks–blue, brown, patterned, and white–all found their matches. It was a moment of order and satisfaction.

And I was thankful for even socks matching.

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