One of my dearest friends is getting married. I went to one of her bridal showers, met all her lovely soon-to-be aunties, ate the "family recipe" cheesecake, and celebrated how God brought Sam and Corey together. It was wonderful. And I made her some hot gear.

I never know what to call these things... hot pads? Those are what you put on your back when you're in back-injury agony... do you call then oven mitts? As opposed to a baseball mitt? or is it mit? like Romney? Or like mitten? See what I mean? So I am calling these burn-preventing-thingys "hot gear."

The hot gear gift was a success. The bridal shower was an even successier success. Happy wedding dear Sam!