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Matching Socks


With Mom, the issue wasn’t whether or not the socks matched. Instead, it was the number of socks. If I wasn’t helping her get dressed, she’d sometimes forget where she was in the process, so she’d put on another sock. I think her record was four socks on one foot and two on the other. It’s really hard to get a shoe on when you’re wearing four socks–and it’s difficult to get the outer layer off without a pair of scissors.

As for me, I don’t think I ever left the house with my clothing on backwards. I did, however, often run out the door on Sunday morning with my jewelry in one jacket pocket, my lipstick and mascara in the other, and my knee highs and belt in my hand. Fortunately, God looks at the heart and not how well put together you are.



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