Nothing is better than your favorite ice cream sundae with whip cream, chopped nuts, and a cherry on top, kicking back and enjoying the treat. But Sundays can be perfect too. As a child it was more than just the day we dressed up and went to church. It was a day when I got to play with my friends, either at my home or theirs. And as I grew older it became a day when I could take it easy, the nap I hated as a little girl became a favorite Sunday pass-time.
As a child Sunday afternoons seemed to stretch on and on. We had time to eat a home cooked meal and still play for hours before going back to church that evening. Where does that infinite time go? Not just on Sundays, but everyday? As we grow older time seems to get shorter. We have less and less time to do what we need. Or is it that we have a better concept of actual time now and we didn’t when we were children? I suspect this is the real issue.
I hope to devote my Sunday blog to remembering the old and cherished days of Sunday as well as reflecting on the present. Come along with me on this journey of remembrance.
Leanne Tyler 