I noticed the sense of elation I got from folding the little pajama sets I got yesterday to bring to Ethiopia for Rose (she's our kid the minute we get there, so we're supposed to have clothes, toiletries, etc. for her as soon as we arrive). I wish I could bottle the feeling I get from looking at these clothes. I'm sure in a couple of months it won't be nearly as exciting, but I hope I can look back and remember this.
You’re right, it won’t be nearly as exciting. It’ll mostly be just folding clothes. TJ and I used to get the same feeling folding and arranging Micah’s stuff before he was born – and even for awhile afterward. Now TJ just complains because I hate to fold the clothes.
Probably the same way you used to feel folding up Dillons clothes. Or, maybe a very long time ago, Chuck’s manties. Although a completely different kind of excitement there…
I definitely got the same feeling folding Dillon’s clothes before he was born. However, I have never been excited about folding Chuck’s manties and just throw them in a drawer- or leave them in a laundry basket…
Wouls you guys PLEASE stop saying “manties?”
I’m with Chuck on this one!:)