Sweet moments in time

This morning my second son, Josiah spent over an hour loving on me. No, I did not get to sit down for an hour and cuddle with my son, not with two other children and a house full of things to do. He loved me by spending time with me. Time is my highest ranking Love Language and he loved me well this morning. His, may in fact, be acts of service for that is how he demonstrated his love for me today.
He and I spent an hour doing dishes. Yes, hand washing dishes. My 3 year old ball of energy stayed on task and enjoyed washing dishes with me for an entire hour.
It all started after dinner when I reset the dishwasher to do a second wash on a some dishes that didn't seem to get clean the first round. At bed time Joseph and I realized it was not working...at all. So I had a dishwasher full of unwashed dishes and so was the sink! I told Joseph I would take care of it in the morning, we both really need to get to bed. So after breakfast little bit went down for a nap and I began to go to work. Jonathan went to do "school" on the computer; he's four, it's fun, he learns, good for both of us. Josiah was playing with his trains when he came up and saw me making room for the dirty dishes to stack and clean dishes to dry. Most of the clean ones went to the dishwasher to dry, who knew a broken dishwasher was the perfect drying rack, only those of you who have been where I am!
I started runing the water and he went to get his chair. The boys often bake with me by standing on our chairs to be able to reach, so it was second nature for him to pull up a chair. At this point I thought he is going to run away when he sees there is nothing to eat up here, Josiah is my very good eater. But he didn't, he wanted to help, "I wanna wash," he said with his big Siah smile. "Sure, here's a scrubber. Get soap on it, wipe it down and rinse it," I replied. And he did! Over and over again he did, with some help from momma, I really did want to put away clean dishes. I put a bunch in we cleaned them I put them out to dry and got another handful, we washed those and laid them out and did this repeatedly until they were all done. Siah looked around, "I want to do moren (more)." "That's all there is," I told him. He shrugged his shoulders, I snapped a picture and we went to change our very wet clothes. What a joy to be without a dishwasher this morning.
Joseph, my husband told me he has good memories of dishwasher-less times in his childhood. So maybe the dishwasher isn't a need afterall.