In the Sunday morning rush, we have eaten and dressed. We have brushed teeth and brushed hair. We have found missing shoes and sent children one by one into their room to collect their Bibles.
When they were younger, my kids needed help with every… little…thing in the morning routine. Now, at least, I am primarily keeper of the clock and pourer of the milk for those too little to do so without spilling.
Finally, with all the children fed and clothed, I retreat to my bedroom for my own prep time. I’m brushing my own teeth while hunting in the closet for my other shoe and watching the clock out of the corner of my eye.
Time’s up. We head out the door to load up the minivan.
That’s when I see the two freshly filled water bottles on the counter.
One is my husband’s.
The other is mine.
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