Sunday Mornings

Oh Sunday mornings. Why do you have to be so hard?
The day my body begs me to sleep in. The day I feel like I can't move fast enough to get to church on time. The day I'm trying to bounce my husband out of bed. The day I can't find matching shoes for the girls. The day tights disappear. The day I realize I should have washed more laundry.
Oh Sundays. I do love your quietness though. The feeling as though for a whole day you can just rest and visit. I love listening to the words I hear on Sundays. I love the peaceful feeling of belonging.
Have a great day. A great Sunday.