Thursday is my favorite day of the week.

I think we have already established this fact.

Thursday is a day full of anticipation.

What, you might ask, do I anticipate the most?

Well, you see, my life is very simple.

All day long my thoughts are consumed with longing for just one thing.

One thing.

And no, it is not Jesus. I should probably repent.

One thing.

All day long.

I think about it,

and my heart fills with glee,

and I do a little happy dance on the inside.

Sometimes even on the outside.

You see, the next day is Friday.

And on Friday,

I get to wear jeans.

Durable, comfortable, wonderful jeans.

I can’t explain the joy of jeans.

It doesn’t even make sense to me.

But all week long I crave them,

and Friday that craving is satisfied.

When I was a little girl, I hated wearing jeans.

Hated.

My mother finally bribed me into wearing them with a pair of cat earrings from the GAP.

This is not a joke.

Now I look back on those days and scold myself.

I totally take back all of those times that I said that I hated wearing jeans.

Now I see what a fool I was,

and I thank God for my mother and those silly cat earrings

that were the glorious beginning of my affinity for jeans.

I relish every Friday,

the day I get to wear jeans.

It is the best part of my week.