Contentment

Some great things happened this week.

1. Work was inordinately productive, which made me feel very capable. I like when work goes by quickly. (Today, that's not so much the case, but who's complaining?)

2. Husband took me out for brunch for my birthday. I ate an enormous, delicious apple pancake. We invited a few friends, and found out two of those friends are expecting their first baby. We're pretty excited about that.

3. I was visited by an old college friend. Conversation with her was good for my soul. We ate some homemade (by me) chocolate cheesecake, which was also good for my soul. It was the first time I had tried the recipe, and it was a success.

4. Husband had a show, and he did extremely well. It was an outdoor gig, and as he stood behind the microphone, he lit up. The band had a few technical difficulties in the first song, but after that glitch, everything was great. Aas I stood there and listened, I delighted in watching him delight in the gift that the Lord has given him. Praise God that he gets to use it. (If any readers want a link to his band, you'll have to leave a comment.)

5. I found my honeymoon underpants. While the gig may have been the best part of Husband's week, I'm sure my discovery ranks a close second. I know I'm pretty excited about it. I had worn a certain pair of undies on the first night of our honeymoon. By the time we returned home, they had disappeared. I was really embarrassed; I thought perhaps they had been left in the hotel room on the first night, and assumed some poor housekeeper had uncovered them. Although I searched for them several more times, I never found them. Just a few weeks ago, I gave up the fight and declared them officially lost. (It's been well over a year now.) But yesterday afternoon after church, I was pulling our sheets out of the washer, and crumpled down in the bottom corner was a little wad of lace. Honeymoon undies! Yay!

I have no idea how they got there. My thought is that they must have made it unseen into the dirty laundry suitcase, and when we got home and everything was thrown in the wash, they disappeared. Then somehow, they must have static-clinged themselves into a corner of a fitted sheet, and in the past year and a half of washings, I never noticed. I swear I haven't seen or worn them since that first night.

Fun times. God is good.