But as I sit here and think about how awful it is, I try to find the positive in it all. Hey, at least I have socks and I have lots of them
(7 people x 2 feet x at least 7 pr for each person...you do the math!)
My socks are never lonely, nor am I. We have each other. An earthquake has not torn us apart. We have not lost a loved one in tragedy. I get to wake up to an amazing husband each morning and 5 awesome kids. God has blessed us abundantly.
So the next time I have to fold a "kazillion" socks with about "half-a-kazillion" mismatched ones left over, I will stop and reflect on God's blessings and try to be more thankful that I get to, yes, fold socks!