With  4 sons, there were always mounds of laundry and little treasures in every pocket. You had to take a minute and empty every one or you never knew what you would find tumbling around in the washer or dryer. To us, frustration, its just debris, one more task in the endless list of what it takes to raise a tiny human. To them, treasures found.  Little shiny things, pebbles of course, bits of  cool sticks or forgotten flower heads for Mommy. Once or twice, even  a few worms.  Your chuckling. You have been there.  The pile grew on the dryer, then a jar was needed, then two jars. Through tears the message was, I have to keep it, it was all shiny and pretty, I never saw one like it before, it reminded me of that one time when....or, best of all....its a present for you Mommy.

 I understand. I too look for the little treasures of the day. Sometimes it smacks you in the face and you just have to reach out and hold it, other times it is a quite moment when you are emptying pockets before the wash and find two wasted daisies and a dime. You are loved. This little boy, who will grow to be a man, thought of you today.