Sunday, November 18, 2007

Sundays

I love Sundays. Sundays growing up meant church with my family in the morning then the occasional Sunday brunch. Usually though, Sundays meant returning home and eating a yummy meal my Mom would cook. Sunday dinner was an event in our household. Then we got to laze around a bit, do homework if we needed to, maybe watch a movie....

Sundays as an adult hasn't changed much for me. I still go to church with my Mom and my Dad. And many Sundays, we go out to breakfast, or return home for a delicious meal that my Mom cooks. The older I get, the more I cherish this time with my parents. Not only do I get to go to church, and get time to reflect on my blessings, pray a little and get my dose of peace, but I also get my parents all to myself. We talk about everything and nothing, I share my news and stories and they tell me what's going on with the family....I love this time with them. As much as I love going to church, I love the time with my parents even more. It feels like a little bit of calm in a crazy busy life.

5 comments:

Dad said...

And I love Sundays for exactly the same reasons you do.

Love, Dad

nancypearlwannabe said...

I always feel dread on Sundays... for no particular reason. Good thing this week is only two and a half work days! :)

Tina said...

Golf balls!

Sauntering Soul said...

I'm here via nancypearlwannabe. This is a lovely post! And your dad's comment is so sweet.

DENVER'S TUMBLING LEAF said...

I agree with sauntering soul... Your dad is too sweet!

I've missed ya -- sorry I've been so elusive. Lots going on in Denver these days...

I miss Sundays in Chicago -- pasta at my grandparents house. They're both gone now, and so are those special days. But not the memories!