Tonight I arrived home from a beginning orchestra concert (where my third graders had their first musical concert experience) and I immedietely conversed with my husband about where "date night" might occur tomorrow evening. For whatever reason, we began talking about Industry and their giant pretzel (as well as wings.) It was 9:00 on a Thursday and my husband said, "Let's go to Industry now." I said, "I'm not so sure about that." "I can wait until tomorrow I think." 

And that one pretzel turned into a talk about food and food cravings and our experience at a Korean restaurant last week and then future experiences we wish to have. I think for about one hour we talked about all the places we had gone and all the places we still wish to go. And I smiled to myself because we had not moved from our apartment or even landed at Industry. Even talking about the places we had gone on our Friday nights was enough to create a love, excitement and understanding. 

Yes, whimsical is meant to be the "do" part of faith. But before "doing" there is contemplating. That contemplation contains a whimsy just the same.