The Wednesday Wander: A Quiet Morning With Those

One Saturday a month, the Best Husband Ever has an all-day meeting with brothers from all over the Bay area for fellowship and training in the Word. Since Saturday is normally a family relaxing day for us (brunch at our favorite diner, listening to Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me, maybe a trip to the park, naps for everyone), the Bobber and I really miss spending the day with our favorite guy. Usually on weekday mornings we're all up before 7 and the BHE doesn't leave for work until after 8, so we almost always have a good 15 minutes or so to curl up on the couch together and watch Ax play, or play with him, before getting ready for the day. But on brother's meeting weekends, the BHE leaves before 6:30 a.m. By the time Ax and I wake up, he's already gone. :( 

So, to cure those "we-miss-Dada" blues, we've started a little tradition of going out first thing as soon as we wake up. I throw on something like clothes and maybe some tinted moisturizer if I'm feeling fancy, and change the Bobber into actual clothes, because we don't go out in pajamas (ahem). I'm a Southern girl, and we're civilized like that. ;)

Now for the adventure: whenever I'm down, lonely, or a little blue, there's one magical, fantastical, wonderful place I like to go.

Yep. I go to Chick-fil-A.

Southern biscuits. Chicken perfectly fried in the best secret blend of spices. Coin-sized hash browns all hot and crispy and ready to go swimming in a little boat of ketchup. Coffee or orange juice. YUM. They have high chairs on wheels with disposable child place mats that stick to the table, and they bring your order to you on a tray. The playscape even has a little toddler area, with sanitary hand wipes provided. I mean, be still my heart!

What could be better than one's favorite comfort fast food and watching the toddler happily run in circles on a playground while one quietly sips a heavily hazelnut creamer-ed coffee? Why, doing it with friends, of course.

As it turns out, the best way to compensate for missing one's spouse while he's away is not comfort food but the Comforter Himself, lived out in His members. I do enjoy a good chicken biscuit drizzled with honey. But by far the sweetest part of this quiet morning was the spontaneous prayer in the play area, while watching the toddlers earn their morning nap.

Wherever your journey takes you this week, I hope it brings you many opportunities to be "with those" (1 Tim. 2:22).

Wandering with you,

g.