Yesterday hubby and I made a trip to our real home to mow grass and run a few errands. My son rode along with me while running errands and I enjoyed his company so much. The next time I see my son we'll be helping him move his things into his new home. As I walked out the door to leave, I grabbed his laundry and brought it home with me since we'll be seeing him again in a few days. Believe it or not, on my way home, I got a little emotional thinking that this will be the last time I "get" to do my son's laundry. How many times I have cursed having to do laundry??? And now, my baby is getting married and his new wife will have the pleasure of keeping up with his laundry. Really, it's okay, as I LOVE his wife to be... it's just an emotional thing about mama's little boy being all grown up now. So, I'm heading off to the laundry room now.... to lovingly do my son's laundry.... one last time.