Friday, October 23, 2009

Dirty dishes

Our dishwasher is broken.
I have really really enjoyed having one.
But tonight as I stood at the sink- washing, rinsing, and loading the dishes onto the drying racks (the broken dishwasher)- I couldn't help but smile.
I remembered the countless days of washing dishes with my siblings.
Even if we had started the chore fighting, by the end of it we were singing and laughing.
We would rotate partners each week.
I remember Shawn belting out songs at the top of his lungs. Chatting with Chelsea and how she was always the 'rinser'. And Shar and I choosing sheet music ahead of time so we could sing together.
A lot of good memories come from doing the dishes.

And tonight was no exception.

I was able to watch Jeff and the boys chase each other, play, wrestle, and laugh. There is something so special about seeing a dad with his boys. I love those few moments when I take a backseat to the goings-on in our home. When I get to observe and appreciate the amazing people that live here with me.

That is worth all the dirty dishes in the world.

2 comments:

Karen said...

Oh those were the good old days! I'm glad you have good memories of washing the dishes because when I finally got a dishwasher (just a few years ago) I felt bad that we didn't have one for so long!

Amy said...

I love washing the dishes for that reason alone--it's so fun to talk and laugh and Work together as a family. My parents still don't have one at home and it's always fun to do them all together when we're there.