Sundays

{a love letter to Sundays}

Ahhhh, Sundays.

You're never far from my mind. Sometimes my thoughts wander to you when they shouldn't. When I'm working, or when I'm driving, or when I'm with other people. But all I have to do is think of you and *poof* my shoulders relax, *poof* my breathing slows, *poof* my mind races with possibilities.

Our time together is so special. We linger over our breakfast and coffee when we finally stumble out of bed, later than the rest of the week. We spend time reading, writing, and listening to music. We try to stay away from the TV, but sometimes we are happiest catching up on our shows together. Sometimes we spend time outside, on a hike, or even a walk around the neighborhood. I do love when we get together with family and friends, but I also love when we lay tangled up on the couch with a book.

The later it gets, the more I want you to stay. Many times I beg, borrow, and steal more and more minutes from you, until I know I'll regret it in the morning.

A week seems like a long time to wait before we see each other again. Could maybe we see each other sooner? If not, just know I'll spend this week daydreaming and wishing we could be together. 

Until then . . .