The Events of an Ideal Sunday

Woke up to a friend's text at the perfect time.
Met for a late breakfast.
Wandered around the bookstore, then broke it's silence with my laughter over a great new book series. Seriously! The kids there were staring at me-probably wondering why the crazy, single lady was clutching so many of the books in "their" section.
Day-dreamed a bit in the travel section.
Hosted an impromptu living room concert for my friends-o-the-day, and got their thumbs up for the night ahead.
Went to a movie with the friends I couldn't shake. ;)
Buzzed back home, threw the guitar in the back, drove to my friend's baptism.
Soaked in my friend Jodie's story, once again, and was twice blessed. She has a gift for sharing her raw emotions (which, incidentally, does not help weepy friends who are supposed to sing, immediately following this testimony).
Surprised her with a song I chose for the event...she smiled and teared from the front row.
My 'nephew' Tate was delicately escorted out during the song due to his noticeable, repetitive, and yes, enthusiastic, "MIMI! Drum! MIMI! Drum..." (He apparently uses the word drum for any musical instrument...and I am Mimi) He even gave me the double handed wave & grin as he was hurried out, down the aisle by his beautiful, loving mom.
I re-engaged in the song.
The acoustics of the tiny church forgave what volume I lacked.
Jodie got the big dunk and rose with such joy, that I momentarily forgot that I was supposed to sing again.
Got choked up, missed a few chords, then fumbled some words
but I sang from my heart.

The day was kind of like a huge inhale/exhale cleansing session:
In with the friend-time, out with the loneliness.
In with the encouragement, out with the doubt.
In with the laughter, out with the stress.
In with the Spirit, out with the fear.

How am I so blessed?