We go out in the morning. Not early, because we always like our Sunday mornings in bed laughing together, playing, tickling, connecting. But out we will go, picking up coffee on the way and to the various stops where we will walk the aisles holding hands and discussing our meal plans for the week. Inevitably, we are the families that are younger than ours and we get nostalgic for the days when the kids were little. And then we start looking ahead. The days yet to come when we will be grandparents and that usually brings warm feelings and sometimes even a tear at the thought of little ones again in the house.
We get home with our bounty and there is the business of putting away and organizing but then comes my favourite part. You pour us each a glass of wine and we cook together. Sunday dinner. And sometimes prep food and meals for the week. You and I. Listening to music. This is where time for me drifts away. There is no stress, no worries, just us. Cooking and dancing and singing together in the kitchen.
I love Sunday afternoons.