Sometimes it takes the form of the little things...an emptied dishwasher, laundry folded, a floor mopped.
Sometimes love looks like this...
We call it the "picker-upper." I'm not sure what it is really called, but I am pretty sure it is meant for people over the age of 80.
This is actually the second one my hubby has brought home for me as a hilarious loving surprise. The first one appeared when I was 8 months+ pregnant with Abby. It was a life-saver then. But we let the kids play with it and it eventually broke. Earlier this week Chris came home with another picker-upper.
I thought it was WAAAAY too early for me to need its assistance again at only 6 months pregnant and it has been sitting in a closet...until today. After having 10 kids under the age of 5 in my house today for a playdate I MOST DEFINITELY needed and greatly appreciated the picker-upper. Cleaning up was a breeze and this blessed thing saved me from bending over about 100 times.I am 6 months along, but I am feeling about 8 months pregnant lately, and I decided today that I am not too proud for the picker-upper. It could be a long last few months and I need all the help I can get.
And truly, whenever I use this thing I smile at what love can look like 10 years into marriage.
