I love Sundays. I love Sunday evenings even more.
I really love church, even though as a mom of two small children it can be very challenging. We're working on teaching Guy to whisper. Let's just say the lesson isn't sticking very well!
As busy as Sunday mornings sometimes feel, Sunday evenings are the perfect time for contemplation. My thoughts have already taken a religious bent, and once the children are sleeping there are fewer distractions than a weekday. No television set, no arguing over homework (remember, there's a 2nd grader in the house), and everyone's bellies are still full from an excellent Sunday dinner. For the record, my sister makes INCREDIBLE fajitas. So good.
So now I'm sitting here enjoying a bowl of vanilla pudding and enjoying the silence. Contemplating what my week will look like, and what things are really important to me. I'm going to study my scriptures for a bit, write in the journal I'm keeping for Josh while he's away, and if I'm not too sleepy write my beloved a letter.
If anybody would care to send Josh a postcard or a note, you're more than welcome to. His address is as follows:
AB Coyne Joshua
319 TRS / DORM A-6
PSC #3 UNIT 364074
1015 Truemper Street
Lackland AFB, TX 78236
1 comment:
Heh... whisper. Ha. Sometimes I'm afraid that Vincente will never learn how to whisper. Although he has started saying "Jesus died" during sacrament. And today he keeps talking about it. So that's cool... even if it does say it really loudly during the sacrament...
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