Each grandchild and child, along with Leroy
and I, have our names embroidered on napkins. It would appear that the
grandchildren enjoy putting out those napkins for all to use. When Miriam’s and
Brian’s families were here, they were used at the shared meals.
Today I washed those napkins along
with other kitchen items. While hanging them on the clothes line I thought
about each person as I hung up their name. At the last napkin I noticed that
Sophia’s was not among them. I looked at each napkin once more. In the house I
searched the laundry baskets and pulled open drawers where it might have been
stored. No napkin. In my mind I started to think about what to do. Should I just
take any other napkin and put her name on it? I did not have any more of the
type that is for all of the grandchildren. Should I let her choose? I really
did not want to redo this task. I am not an artsy type person so this was a
chore and not a joy to do all of these. It was a joy to be finished.
I searched every place I could think
of, including the spots where I had already looked. I even looked back on the
clothes line and Sophia was not in the group.
I tried to put it aside and just work
on the tasks I could accomplish like washing the kitchen floor. Later I went
out to gather the kitchen things from the clothes line. Taking the things off
two lines over, what should I find, but Sophia’s napkin. "Oh there you are
Sophia!” I said with a smile. What a great find! No tedious sewing for this lady. What a relief.
Paula
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