Love and Laundry

Last night I was reminded of why I fell in love with Danson so many years ago (it will be six years in September)! As you all know, Danson and I got the stomach bug several weeks ago. Since then, it seems like no matter how hard I try I just can't get caught up. The main chore that I have neglected has been laundry. I HATE laundry. It is a never ending process... and please don't remind me about how much more there is going to be when the baby gets here. I completely realize this. It had gotten so bad around our house that we didn't even have any clean towels in the closet! So last night I decided that I was going to start putting up the clean laundry. I hauled FIVE baskets full of laundry out of the laundry room to the living room. Danson was sitting on the couch watching tv. I had said earlier in the night that I HAD to start putting up some laundry and that I didn't know if I was ever going to get caught up on it. I got one basket of towels folded and put up and when I came back into the living room there was Danson folding and hanging up clothes. Now, this means a lot to me especially since I didn't even ask him to help me. As we stood there for over an hour putting up laundry, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I am to have a husband who is WILLING to help me out with this kind of stuff. Sometimes it is the smallest gesture that sends the loudest message. I love you Danson and I am so thankful for you.