This morning I took a shower. I know. Stop the presses – Mother Bathes. But it felt so good. The last several days of cold have settled into my bones. In the absence of a hot tub, a shower will melt the ice of January.
Anyway, I was rinsing my hair and my husband hollers through the door, “You about done?”
I’m thinking, Gee whiz I am not taking THAT long. I turn off the water, and he comes running in… to fling onto me a warm towel, fresh from the dryer.
Yea, he loves me! What a sweet, sweet man.
1000 little ways
January 19, 2009 by epbush
Warm towels from the dryer are such a delight. Why don’t we treat ourselves more often??
I think it is that cold, wet, naked run from the Shower to the Laundry Room that keeps us from doing it more.
aaaawwwwwwwww