Re-married life has brought with itself many unexpected splendors. One of the more interesting is folded underwear.
Some of you may recall my sharing with you a tradition I started several years back; the Thanksgiving week tradition of writing 100 things for which I'm thankful. This may sound trite or a even a bit contrived, or it could be an intentional discipline of exercising thankfulness and humility. I'll choose the latter as it sounds much more spiritual.
The first thing I'm thankful for this year is folded underwear. Seriously. The first time Christie did all the laundry after we re-married, I came home to a dresser filled with folded underwear, socks and t-shirts! You have to understand, though I kept a clean and organized home as a single man, I NEVER folded my underwear. As a matter of fact, I would throw and shove my underwear, socks and t-shirts into their respective drawers, and felt that was more than sufficient. So, I shared with my beautiful bride that she really didn't need to fold my underwear...
It so happened that I was the one to finish the laundry next time around, so I did what I always do... throw and shove. But sure enough, when Christie did the laundry the following week she folded and neatly placed all my unmentionables in their proper places.
Then last week, when I once again opened my dresser to a freshly replenished drawer of folded skivvies, I smiled, laughed, shook my head, and asked myself, "Why does she bother to do this?" I knew she didn't fold my underwear out of wifely duty or because they fit better folded than thrown and shoved. And, to be honest, I still don't know why she folds them but this is what the Lord placed on my heart when I opened that drawer that day:
Some of you may recall my sharing with you a tradition I started several years back; the Thanksgiving week tradition of writing 100 things for which I'm thankful. This may sound trite or a even a bit contrived, or it could be an intentional discipline of exercising thankfulness and humility. I'll choose the latter as it sounds much more spiritual.
The first thing I'm thankful for this year is folded underwear. Seriously. The first time Christie did all the laundry after we re-married, I came home to a dresser filled with folded underwear, socks and t-shirts! You have to understand, though I kept a clean and organized home as a single man, I NEVER folded my underwear. As a matter of fact, I would throw and shove my underwear, socks and t-shirts into their respective drawers, and felt that was more than sufficient. So, I shared with my beautiful bride that she really didn't need to fold my underwear...
It so happened that I was the one to finish the laundry next time around, so I did what I always do... throw and shove. But sure enough, when Christie did the laundry the following week she folded and neatly placed all my unmentionables in their proper places.
Then last week, when I once again opened my dresser to a freshly replenished drawer of folded skivvies, I smiled, laughed, shook my head, and asked myself, "Why does she bother to do this?" I knew she didn't fold my underwear out of wifely duty or because they fit better folded than thrown and shoved. And, to be honest, I still don't know why she folds them but this is what the Lord placed on my heart when I opened that drawer that day:
your bride gives you her time and effort
to do something you feel is unnecessary
because she loves you
and wants to show you her love
in every little way she can
to do something you feel is unnecessary
because she loves you
and wants to show you her love
in every little way she can
I still haven't asked Christie why she folds my underwear, but I hope she never stops. Every time I open my drawer to neatly placed and beautifully folded BVD's, I will thank the God of all creation for entrusting me with his beautiful daughter who thinks of me and loves me... even in ways no one else will ever know (except that I guess you actually do know now).
No comments:
Post a Comment