Yesterday (well, Sunday was yesterday when I started this post) was the kind of Sunday that every Sunday should be. All of the other Sundays should listen up, take notes, and try their very hardest to follow the perfect example they’ve been given. It’s wonderfulness stemmed mainly from Tanner not having to work. He’s been scheduled a lot on Sunday’s lately (I hate it) and when he does have one off it’s usually because we have a family dinner or event to attend up in Kaysville. And though I can’t complain about having big awesome families who are close enough to spend Sunday dinners with –oh, I live for relaxing Sunday’s at home with my family when we have nowhere to be.
We ate popsicles in bed. We went to church to sing hymns, take the sacrament, and to worship God. We took pre-church AND post-church naps. Glory glory Hallelujah. I even got time to sit alone in peace and quiet and finish reading a book.
We took a walk around the neighborhood discussing what is probably our all-time favorite topic: the house we dream of building someday. There is an old and beautiful 2 1/2 story blue victorian on 2nd north that we walk past and admire, nodding our heads–yes, yes, yes. We want that and that and that and more. Tall and skinny, no basement, big bay windows, charm galore, towering trees. We want a wrap-around porch, lots of deck space, an orchard, garden, and chickens in the back. We could talk about it for days and days. Give us a decade or two to get there–there are many pennies to be saved.
June means a brass band performing in the park on Sunday evenings. Let’s pause here for a minute–brass band evening in the park–doesn’t that just sound good?? Like, sound in your soul like that’s the kind of thing that people are meant to be spending their time doing? Like, if you are attending brass band concerts in the park, you are just living your life right. right? Right. It was cool, shady, green, and nice. really nice.
Camryn only stayed in this stationary recline for about .5 seconds before wandering off, necessitating a follower parent. But still-it was nice.
Later there was the roasting of s’mores in a neighbors backyard, accompanied by peach cobbler. I don’t even like cobbler, but this neighbor knows a thing or two about proper cobbler proportions being heavy on the cobbler, low on the fruit and it was delicious. Bravo Mandy, bravo.
It’s hard to just enjoy such a Sunday for itself, rather than spending the whole day wishing they could all be this way. I know that there are many Sunday’s in my future (and holidays for that matter) that Tanner will be working. Remember his new orderly job? He’ll be on call from 7 in the p.m. to 7 in the a.m. on the 4th of July. People still injure themselves on the Sabbath and holidays, unfortunately. So I guess I need to just need to appreciate the ones like this, as few and far between as they may be.
So later, Sunday, it’s been real.