Sentimental Sunday…

The house is quiet. Dinner is done and mostly cleaned up. I am thinking of a thousand sunday nights where this has been the norm. As things have quieted down tonight my sweet husband asks me if I'm okay. I say sure and immediately burst into tears. I can't really express why. I am so grateful for my family and the happy times we spend together. I am thankful that even when we're not together we share our joys and burdens just the same. I know that even with the many ups and downs of life everyone is just doing their best every day. Heavenly Father was so smart to give us Sundays. What would we do without a day to try to put into perspective the events of the week? How could we keep going if we didn't stop and yes, even with meetings and choir and home teaching and all of that somehow regroup and reassess so we can go again for another week? 

Sunday dinner at moms. I know it is a temporal tradition, but somehow there is something more that in the gathering. We are not only sharing a meal together, we are strengthening the bonds of our friendship. You know, I've always said that your high school friends are really your best friends because they have all seen you at your dorkiest, most embarrassing, vulnerable stages in your life and they like you anyway. It's like that in our families too. With all our faults, funny habits, not so funny habits, differences of opinion and perception we still love each other so much. We enjoy each other's company and are happy to spend the time together. Today was especially sweet for me. Summer and Jamie came over early and spent some time just hanging out. Summer played the piano for awhile and it was nice. Robert was here early in the afternoon too. We had a good talk and I hope he knows how much we love him. 

Sunday dinner at moms. I have so many great memories of dinners at Nana and Papa's and Gramma and Papa's too. I need to remember to thank my Father in Heaven tonight for not only the lives we enjoy here, his gospel plan and all that goes with it, but the haven of our homes that provide the quiet, fun, family bonding that I'm grateful for at Sunday dinner.