The Under Armour did it.

I was doing laundry tonight. Just like any other night. Grabbing the warm white load of clothes, piece by piece as I folded each one. Suddenly, it took my breath. I pulled one of the many Under Armour garments from the dryer. This piece happened to be the shorts that our son preferred to wear underneath his football pants. I held them in my hands. I traveled back to the many phone calls of, "Mom I left my Under Armour at home. Do you think you could run it by the tennis courts and I could run out to your car and get it?" Of course, I took my lunch break between third and fourth period to work it out. I am glad I did. I remember when I realized he needed at least two more pair as I couldn't keep the laundry caught up. I am glad we could buy them. I remember when he would leave his dirty stuff in the car overnight and I was washing clothes at 6am. I am glad I could. As the warmth left the newly washed article of clothing, I fought back the tears. I folded them neatly beside the many socks and white t-shirts. He only likes the Life brand of t-shirts because they are the softest. I am glad he told me. As I write this blog, I am crying, wiping my nose and my face. Our chubby, cotton-top first born, has become a brown headed, long legged, lean thing. Last night, my phone rang at 1:45am. Our son was at youth camp and couldn't find his bag with his contact stuff in it. I told him where I last saw it and hoped he could find it. He hung up and I lay there with my eyes open until...the phone rings one more time..."mom, I found it. Thanks. Good night. I love you too." I am glad he knows he can always call. I'm going to tuck his Under Armour in the drawer. Tucked right inside my heart.