working

I carried my camera around yesterday.

I captured my work.  

I got beautiful pictures of my day.

My job.

This blessed job that I love with everything in me.

Then, it was the end of the day.

The big girls had just gotten home from school.

The babies were bathed and ready for bed.

I was sad that I had laundry to put in the wash.

Then, I heard laughter and music.

As I so often do, I let the laundry spill into the hallway.

And we danced.

[next to an unmade bed.]

The only picture needed.

The very best kind of work.  

Ever.

 I Should Be Folding Laundry's You Capture: Work