Sundays are family days. As a child, that meant going to church at 10:30 am and having my dad's famous omelets and bacon afterwards. I can still smell the bacon frying and I can see still my mom and dad scurrying around the kitchen to feed me, Thad, Kate and Joe. My dad always ate last. He made sure we were all happy with our food before he made that very last omelet for himself. After breakfast I'd always help my mom clean the kitchen before we all went our separate ways. My dad would head to his shop to fix some car, Kate and Thad would head to their rooms to do homework, Joe might go upstairs and take a nap, and I'd sit on the couch with my mom as she read the newspapers or Reader's Digest. I always cherished those days and today my heart is filled with so much love for my family. What I wouldn't give to have just one of those Sundays back.
Today I fed my family eggs, bacon, grapes and bananas. I wondered as I made them breakfast if they will inherit my love for Sunday mornings. Will they know that Sundays are meant to give hugs and kisses more than any other day?
Joe took Evan fishing and Ella and I made cookies for Joe to take into the office tomorrow. I hope and pray that my three kiddos will love Sundays as much as me. Although I've shed a few tears this morning, they are tears of love, longing and utter appreciation for my new family and my family that raised me.
I love you Kate, Joe, Thad and Momma and Dad. Thank you for the sweet sweet memories of Sundays. I miss you all so much. I love you!
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