Sunday is:
The one day that we have to wake up early.
The sky was grey and cold, and not a single boy was easy to persuade from his warm blanketed cocoon.
Sunday is begging for doughnuts, and settling for cinnamon toast, because we are late, as usual.
Sunday, is the one day mama curls her hair and puts on a dress.
Sunday, we see friends we’ve missed all week. We say things like, “we should get together,” and know that busy lives mean we probably will not.
This Sunday, I’m struck that each little man greets his class with smiles and anticipation. Gone are the days of tearful, wary, clinging goodbyes.
Sunday is a million stories all at once, pouring from the backseat on the way home.
Sunday is famished young men dancing around the kitchen making lunch requests. “Peanut butter and jelly, please.” “Peanut butter and honey for me!” “Do we have chips?” “Can I have a smoothie?” “Can we play Wii when we’re done with lunch?”
Sunday is full of stories to read, laundry to fold, puttering at projects and rolls rising.
crust making,
and a little boy, who eagerly awaits the moment when the peas that have served as pie crust weights come out of the oven, so that he can toast his little hands on them, run his fingers through them, stuff his pockets with their warmth.
Sunday is nostalgic eating.
For Daddy, it’s pea soup.
For Mama, sweet potato pie.
Sunday is three lamps lit on the table. Three, so that each boy can blow one out when his plate is clean.
Sunday is having enough soup, rolls and pie to share with unexpected dinner guests.
Sunday is warming toes by the fire, and listening to Daddy’s friends swap fish stories.
Sunday is sending friends home with bowls of soup and pie, to go.
Sunday is crawling, at long last, back into those blanketed cocoons, reading stories by lamplight, making plans and promises for the week to come.
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One word, if you can even call it that: “Sigh…”
What a great day!
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Can I come live with you?
I agree with Alicia—I want to come live with you! It’s so nice that you have a special day of the week to celebrate. So grounding, I suspect.
Thank you for warming my toes! I heart your new banner.
mmm…. pie. Yum! Looks like a great day.
Wow, you really have a way of creating a feeling of warmth and love with your words and photos. As always, I am moved by what you have to share with us.
Beautiful. xxx
Yes! Yes! and Yes….oh and also are you sharing your sweet potato pie recipe?? My husband’s grandma makes the best, but is one of those “well you just add this” type cooks which means, no one’s pie is ever as good as hers….
I’ll make sure I stop by on a Sunday.
Your home is warmth, love, laugh, family fun, learn, yum, yum, yum.
I like your new header – the warmth of love juxtaposed with the cold of window frost. Inside :: outside.
what a lovely day you had!
What a Sunday.
What a lovely post. Like the first commenter, I just want to “sigh.”
happy, happy sunday.
Sweet! The new banner is so great. Please can we come over for pie? Would you share your recipe? It looks so delicious.
Lovely!
Stef, please put in bunk beds because Im with Alicia and Amber…I’m moving in too.
Sundays are the most wonderful day of the week, aren’t they?
what a sunday! do you have room for one more? (and ooh! that new banner.)
What lovely memories your boys will have!
What a lovely Sunday! Great reflection. How about sending some of that pie over our way???
Your weekend looks delicious. I heart that new banner!
1. i love your banner. (it may have been that way for a while, but i’m just now getting to catch up on some blog readding)
it’s very cool.
2. sunday is for donuts. sounds good to me, and being that today is a holiday monday that feels like a sunday, wondering if i should try to squeeze some in to the afternoon’s activities? mmm.. donuts.
3. love that you are still turning out the yummy pies. you know, i’ve never used the bean method of weighting a pie crust. do you make some crusts with and some without? or always with the peas? i need to learn more about that method sometime.
lovely post about your day.
Delurking to tell you that I thought this post was lovely. You’re smart with the three lamps. : )
This is so sweet, and warm, and true. Sundays can be so special. You have made me a pie feind by the way. I checked out that pie book from the library and now there is no turning back. We are a pie family.
Sigh…if life were only as uncomplicated as your Sundays are.
thank you for sharing your sunday wiht me. peace with you
ahhh, so nice. i love sundays too!
Can I come spend Sundays with you?
How fun! This reminds me more than a bit of our old Sundays back in Texas, except for pea soup, to which my husband has an unnatural aversion. That pie is making me drool.
How fun! This reminds me more than a bit of our old Sundays back in Texas, except for pea soup, to which my husband has an unnatural aversion. That pie is making me drool.
3 lamps to blow out… what a fabulous idea! I love it!
Oh gosh, I loooooove your Sundays. What a beautiful writer (and mother!) you are.
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