When I was a kid, we never planned much for Sundays – we went to church and usually had a big family dinner that evening, so the stretch of afternoon in between was always quiet, watching a movie, or reading or doing something restful. I do remember there were many times I was bored, and wanted to go out and “do” anything. But my mom insisted it was a day for quietness, and family. I’m glad she forced the issue.
Now that I’m a parent, I’m even more glad and I love them even more. I love having Chris and the boys nearby, when we’re all at home, especially in the winter months, there’s just something about snuggling down in a fuzzy blanket with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I love when it stretches into the evening and the time just passes slowly with our just being together. My soul looks forward to the rest and now, I know that I need it more than ever, as the days pass faster and faster and the boys grow up in no time flat. Sunday afternoons are the chance I have to consistently enjoy these precious days that I know I’ll never get back.