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The other day, as I was becoming slightly frustrated trying to find a towel in the bathroom that had not been used by one of the other shower-ers in the house, I found myself flashing forward in my mind. It was a quick trip to the not-too-distant future. A future when my bathroom will be my bathroom. My towel will be my towel, and no one else’s. I won’t have to wonder if my toothbrush – that looks very similar to some others in the cup full of toothbrushes – has been used by anyone else.
And I thought, “I bet… when that happens… I might just find myself crying every now and again.”
Now, I’m not really that sappy I don’t think. But in a moment of frustration, I also had a moment of clarity. It is really super awesome that six of my favorite people share the bathroom with me. (Well, ok, not six yet. Emma doesn’t use it much…) As hard as it can be in some ways to live with so many people, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
And I know I will miss it. A lot.
So for now, I’m glad I find stuff a little out of place now and then. OK… always. But, I am glad. I love sharing my house with these people. I bet when they leave, I’ll be coming to visit pretty often… 🙂
We’re on the other side of sharing the bathroom . . . we only share occasionally now when they come for a visit or when they come home for spring break or summer vacation. Can’t tell you how many times I’d hear a little knock on the door with a little voice wondering where I was. Those are precious memories . . . wet towels, soccer shorts, track shoes, mud, messy toothpaste and wondering just who last used my toothbrush. Enjoy these moments . . . they come and go very quickly!