Yesterday, so many things made the day one of my favorite days. I was able to get that husband of mine to sleep in past 5:30 am for a change, and we made it a leisurely start to the day with sunshine and CBS Sunday morning. When he realized the time and he was 3 ½ hours past normal project pace, he exclaimed in his classic farmer accent, “It’s Sunday mornin’! THIS is a SIN!”

Hearty har har har.

My norm these days involves daily affirmations from that husband of mine, like:

“Life is wonderful with you.”

“Darlin’, you are the best.”

“How’s my beautiful wife?”

DAILY. I am blessed. But I digress…

As we were enjoying the morning, temporarily free from obligations and projects, that husband of mine verbally and romantically dreamed his dreams that he dreams…

“This is like a quiet winter morning, snow falling, just the two of us here at home, a good time to cuddle up on the couch with blankets, all cozy in front of a fire in the fireplace, and cornbread…”

HUH.

CORNBREAD?!

I began giggling that turned into hearty laughter that turned into tears running down my cheeks funny. Here he was, trying to be all sweet and romantic. WHAT IN THE WORLD. Cornbread?!

I will never eat cornbread without thinking of me splitting a gut and that husband of mine sheepishly saying, “I guess cornbread was the wrong thing to say…so much for being romantic…I’ll never be able to eat cornbread ever again…”

After I composed myself once again, we headed over to our newest acquisition to finish the demo project that my Dad had started, pulling smelly old carpet out of a house that is catty-corner to a Lutheran church here in small town USA. The church parking lot was full and as we walked into the house, their church bells began ringing, a reminder that we were not in church but also a reminder that we were experiencing a day of rest and worship in an alternative way. Even in our pew absence, I sensed a good feeling of worship as we worked, and it was so good. It was one of those Holy Spirit moments in the ordinary of life…

We didn’t stay long, and that husband of mine went off to do what he loves – fall harvest. That left me at home, by myself, on a weekend day, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN I CANNOT REMEMBER.

When that husband of mine got home on Sunday evening, his first question, bless his heart, was,

“Did you MISS me?!”

And I had to answer truthfully.

“No. No, I did not miss you, Sam I am.”

I enjoyed this quiet house with no construction and no other humans. I enjoyed going outside and planting some seeds in the flower beds. I enjoyed doing laundry and ironing without having to stop to contemplate paint color and measurements and what-would-you-thinks-if-we-did-this’s. I enjoyed not having to engage in conversation for a few hours. I enjoyed putting my new laundry room in order just like I want it. I enjoyed sitting on the porch swing, watching the leaves fall, listening to the kids playing in the park across the street. I enjoyed sitting at the computer and watching 5:00 church from home, worshiping with Lance and Cheryl and Adam.

But by 7:00 pm, I was ready for that husband of mine to come back home. We were going to roast hot-dogs in our front yard, but instead, we stood on ladders and hung a light, we added door hooks in the laundry room, and we ate baked potatoes and watched a little football.

“Husband of mine, life is wonderful with you.”

“You are the best.”

Yesterday was mostly easy. Easy like Sunday morning. It was one of my favorite days.