The other day, my co-worker noticed first how tiny my feet were, then pointed out my cute black matching socks. She was surprised, in a house full of kiddos I took the time to match my socks. I bit back tears of both laughter and sadness, but mostly sadness. If she only knew the story of what socks in my life mean.
We used to love to miss-match socks. Now, they are required to enter rooms (an OCD thing). However, socks can be fun and free us from time to time. I'll sometimes throw one over Kiddo's or Dane's shoulder for fun.
We've received & purchased a lot of socks this year! Time to purge some more, as we are again overrun with SOCKS!
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