sunday funday?

I used to not understand why my dad would return my Sunday phone calls on Monday because he never turned the sound back on after Sunday worship.

I used to not understand why my dad couldn’t stay awake after lunch on Sunday.

I used to not understand why neither of my parents actually made dinner (or even wanted to order dinner) on Sunday nights.

 

I get it now. 

 

Sundays are so full. Sundays are so busy.

Sundays are so good.

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