I Love Sundays

Sunday is my favorite day of the week. The air smells better. The coffee tastes better. Just everything is better on Sundays.

I love getting up early on Sunday morning and sip coffee and read the paper in the quiet before everyone else gets up and the hustle and bustle begins; before church and before Sunday dinner preparations.

As adults, we always seem to fondly look back on Sunday dinner as great times together with the family. The food, no matter what it was always tasted better. Everyone seemed nicer on Sundays. Family would come over and eat, then nap and watch sports or play games or just sit and talk.

Now we spend Sunday dinner at the nursing home with my mother-in-law. I prepare dinner and my husband and I and sometimes our adult daughter when her work schedule allows, take the meal and eat with his mom and her roommate. Although sometimes it is dreaded for us, those two ladies look forward to a home cooked meal. In a small way we are able to give them a special day; something to look forward to.

Somehow, the air smells better, the food tastes better; just everything is better on Sundays. Even sitting on the side of a hospital bed in a nursing home eating Sunday dinner and laughing and playing games and watching sports.

What a glorious day God has made.