I like the clouds and the quiet beginning. My chai and their doughnuts, and the four of us together. The email to a friend (a conversation about life and writing, about waves of movement and shades of living and moments of joy).
I like the blanket spread upon the floor, my daughter and pup lying side by side. And the way my son curls his legs into the chair as he reads and how my husband falls asleep on the sofa. I like the smell of pizza cooking, especially when someone else has made that happen.
I like the sun peeking through the clouds, though truthfully I’d prefer the cloud cover to hold. Am, in fact, wishing for rain. Steady rain (and the accompanying cozy that follows on a Sunday afternoon with nowhere to go). I like the wind blowing and the birches dancing. I like the yellowing leaves falling to the ground.
I like the satisfaction of a week lived fully. A week of giving attention where needed. A week of releasing what might look like perfect on the outside in order to feel steadier on the inside. I like the extra minutes found in a day like you, so I can think about this and More.
I like you, Sunday. I really, really do.
Sending a little love your way, m
8 thoughts on “Dear Sunday”
Such a beautiful tribute to Sunday serenity! xx
What a beautiful love letter to Sunday. I am actually the one who tends to nap in the middle of the day! : ) Loved this!
A truly beautiful Sunday!
sounds like a lovely Sunday.
awwwwww…i <3 this.
Love seeing you back in your space. xo B
lovely sunday letter, I have a husband that falls asleep during the day too :) Must be something in the air!
me too :)