Devon dumped a basket of clean laundry on the bed and started folding as I sat propped up against the headboard reading The Way of the Peaceful Warrior.
“Want help with that?” I offered.
“Thanks, but no. I need things folded in a very specific way, so they match the other items in the drawer or on the shelf. So, if you did it differently, I’d just have to redo it.” I was grateful for his honesty as I watched him perform a complicated fold on one of the bath towels.
“Maybe you can teach me some day.”
The smile he gave me could have powered the entire street.
“Totally.”
I smiled back and returned to reading my book. When he was done folding and putting away all his items, he crawled onto the bed and lay face up with his head in my lap. Amused, I set my book aside and smoothed his hair
