Smiling at Rocks

There are a few little things that make me smile, because I know that one day, they'll be gone, and I'll long for them. For example, I was just putting a load of jeans into the dryer, and I looked down in the washer, and there were 5 or 6 little rocks in there. One day those sweetie girls will be living somewhere else and doing their own laundry, and there will be no more rocks (or crayons, barrettes, candy) in my washer. Or the other scenario is that it won't be rocks I'll find in the washer, it could be cigarettes or boy's phone numbers! Ah!