Sundays

I think Sundays have always been my favorite day of the week. As a child, it meant heading to church and then Grandma and Grandpa's for an early dinner. Usually all of the Aunts, Uncles, and cousins would be there as well. Besides eating and chatting together, my brothers and I, along with all the cousins would entertain ourselves outside, no matter the weather. If it was winter, we'd skate on the frog pond out back, if it was any other season, we were out splashing in mud puddles, playing house, running away from the boys and the garden snakes they had collected, or pretending to be cheerleaders with branches from a flowering bush (that I can't recall the name of) as pom poms. We were so adventurous and imaginative. If we weren't running around, we were playing cards or a game of Sorry with Great Uncle Jim, my Grandpa's brother who was always excited when he got someone to play with him.

Sundays have changed since then. Both Grandma and Grandpa have passed on to their next life.  My parents are grandparents and I am an Aunt. Still, the day usually includes good food, thanks to my talented husband, much needed relaxation and time with family as often as possible. There's no schedule, no routine. It's just a day to regroup and prepare for another week ahead. It's the one day of the week that I feel absolutely no obligation to do anything. It's a day that brings back fond memories and offers a sense of comfort. It may be the day before starting another busy week, but to me Sundays will always be sacred.

What's your favorite day of the week?