Day 22: The Warmth of Freshly Laundered Towels

Today, we had plans but somehow the details of life devoured the time. At 3:30 pm, I still had laundry in the dryer and the sun was getting low.

These sort of days frustrate me. Especially now that we are living on the road and there are towns to be explored and national monuments around the corner.

Yet, I’m learning these days are necessary. After all there is laundry to be done, a house to clean, and minds that need to rest.

While I shuffled through through domestic duties, the boys played with the kids they met yesterday.

Brent worked.

We lived.

Life almost felt normal. I was glad to have the company of an ex-drug addict while I did laundry. Her honesty and hope was as warm and inviting as the the scent of the freshly laundered towels.

Love and Laughter,

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I'm Jenn and I'm so happy you stopped by our little corner of the web. My favorite moments are cuddling with my boys, listening to the purrs of my cat, and sipping warm cups of tea. The smell of orange blossoms conjures up delightful memories of childhood even though I grew up in Indiana hundreds of miles from citrus groves. I love animals and when I'm stressed I dream of owning a goat farm. I love art, road trips, books, and food. Vintage clothes make me ridiculously happy. Red lipstick is my friend.

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3 Responses to “Day 22: The Warmth of Freshly Laundered Towels”

  1. Lisa Says:

    Ok – you’ve been gone much longer than 22 days….missing you!


  2. [email protected] Says:

    I love freshly laundered towels! They are so comforting no matter where you are!


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