A sunny Sunday morning is so good. The lack of unnatural sound makes way for stuff, like birds, and the eery beauty of quiet. It’s easier on a Sunday morning to just be, to allow the peace and freedom of a non-work day to penetrate the up and at ’em stress hormone.
Why thank you Sunday. I’m eating you like a piece of Vineyard pie.
I'm a wife, the mother of two full-on adult kids, and a dog, a really, really good friend, a freelance advertising copywriter, and an accidental blogger. (I'm also a whole bunch of other stuff, but who's got time to hear about it.) You should come visit my blog (it explains the accidental blogger thing, plus you might like it). It's at gratitudeathon.wordpress.com. I write about stuff I'm grateful for (I'd be grateful if you stopped by.).
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