"Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life."
—
Marilynne Robinson (Gilead)
Most mornings of my life I'm a jump-out-of-bed-and-get-going kind of person. I go to the gym before work, and the BF goes to work
early in the morning, so there's not a lot of time for chit chat or even for having a cup of coffee. But on Sunday...well, that's a different story. When the BF and I first started living together we accidentally started something that has now become the highlight of the week for both of us. Sunday mornings, the first one to wake (usually me) gets up and gets the coffee, and two cups, and comes back to bed. We then spend the next hour or two laying in bed drinking coffee together and catching up on the week. Sometimes we talk politics, or tell each other about something we heard on NPR, and sometimes we tell stories about when our children were young or even stories about when
we were young. We laugh a lot. Little Jack snuggles in with us, Sadie in her bed next to us, and sometimes Louise will even sit on the end of the bed. They seem to enjoy this time as well. Soon enough it's time to get up and go out for breakfast, but that hour or two spent having coffee in bed never fails to start my Sunday in a relaxed frame of mind, and isn't that what we all want for our Sundays?
