It was a simple task, one that has been repeated more times than I can count. Most of the time I do it mindlessly, tackling it like a robot would in a factory assembly line. Now that our kids are older, they take turns helping with this task. This particular day I couldn't wait for them to participate. I sat in the middle of the living room floor, sorting and folding laundry. Something changed, though, when I reached for the stained T-shirt and holey socks. Suddenly I was no longer a robot. I visualized five-year old Landon's one-kneed jeans and his zest for outdoor activity. I pictured ... Read the Post