Under the Bathroom Door.

I have received many thoughtful gifts shoved under the bathroom door whilst occupying the lavatory; magnificent pictures my children have drawn of our whole family holding hands, a sketch of a fiery dragon in the middle of a battle, even a card just to say I love you.

I have complimented many a toe and finger appearing underneath the door from my view spot on my throne.

Even a tongue once.

Always accompanied by a very important, hopeful question,

"Mom, can you see it?"

"Yes, my dear. Such a lovely toe... what a perfect finger! and Wow - that tongue." (um, let's just keep that as far away from the bathroom floor as possible)

Ruckus gifted me an Almond Joy the other day. 

A treat, he said, I could enjoy on my way out.

Unfortunately a few moments later Lou spied my present, reached his little hand under the door, ate half my candy bar and then said,
"here ya go Mom. I saved half of it for you."

What is this funny world I am living in?

I'm not even in the bathroom very long yet I feel like so much is occurring.

Who knew so many heart warming memories could be collected under a bathroom door?