Today, I'm thankful for Sunday afternoons. I spent my childhood and a lot of my early adulthood at home with my parents on Sundays between church services.
With very few exceptions, my mother cooked every Saturday night so we came home to a hot meal on Sundays. I remember my Daddy teaching me about football one afternoon. I can hear my brother telling us to come watch two young sisters from Compton in a tennis match. I remember candidates eating at our table trying to convince my mom to choose them over their opponents. Preachers, friends, and countless classmates from SwCC all dined with us on Sundays.
We rarely took naps. We spent the time talking, laughing, or strategizing.
As a Christian, Sunday is a revered day. As a Wyrick, it was a special, sacred day the four of us shared together.
I've tried to recreate that magical Sunday afternoon experience for my sons as well. We don't entertain preachers and politicians, but we entertain each other. Today, we did it over a meal I prepared last night while watching the Cowboys win.
Yep. I love Sunday afternoons.
#Day6 #ThanksgivingMonth
With very few exceptions, my mother cooked every Saturday night so we came home to a hot meal on Sundays. I remember my Daddy teaching me about football one afternoon. I can hear my brother telling us to come watch two young sisters from Compton in a tennis match. I remember candidates eating at our table trying to convince my mom to choose them over their opponents. Preachers, friends, and countless classmates from SwCC all dined with us on Sundays.
We rarely took naps. We spent the time talking, laughing, or strategizing.
As a Christian, Sunday is a revered day. As a Wyrick, it was a special, sacred day the four of us shared together.
I've tried to recreate that magical Sunday afternoon experience for my sons as well. We don't entertain preachers and politicians, but we entertain each other. Today, we did it over a meal I prepared last night while watching the Cowboys win.
Yep. I love Sunday afternoons.
#Day6 #ThanksgivingMonth