My favorite time of the entire week is Sunday morning.
Seriously.
It's precious.
On Sunday morning, life seems to stand still.
I seem to take in a new breath of air.
If it wasn't for Sunday Mornings, I don't know if I could get through the week.
Nothing special happens.
Travis and I sleep in a little.
And wake up to the calm, peaceful sun.
Sometimes, we watch the TV or a good movie.
Sometimes, we just lay in bed and talk and snuggle.
On Sunday mornings, I take way too long getting ready.
Travis tells me I look pretty.
Sometimes he makes a special breakfast.
Sometimes he plays the guitar on the bed.
Many times, I wake up eat and then take a nap.
We always plan our sunday school lesson.
Sometimes when we miss a Sunday morning at home,
the rest of the week feels hectic.
Thank you, to my Heavenly Father who gave me Sunday mornings.
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