Sydney's little socks.
These little treasures seem to pop up all over the house. You never know where you'll find one next. And for once it's not because of her own mischievousness (well, maybe a little). Somehow Sydney's socks manage to get into almost every load of laundry done in this house. Then they hide, cling to various vessels in the dryer and reveal themselves over time in the least likely places. I find them between folds of a towel, on a mattress when I'm stripping the sheets, inside her brother's clothes or just randomly dropped on the floor like this one.
Sometimes, the corralling of her socks can be a little aggravating. But most times I feel as if she left us a little gift. Her little footprints throughout the house. And I smile.
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