Only on a Sunday can you leave the laundry behind, decide to start those long overdue curtains some other day, postpone staining the deck, and leave the house without a care as to what you might serve for dinner--all guilt-free. The sun was bright and the air was crisp this afternoon and so we left it all behind and walked the two mile boardwalk over and around Little Pond. The boardwalk is narrow and the water is deep-- some places covering the walkway by an inch or so, but we had no problems. I wasn't even all that anxious. This is definitely a new stage of family life.
It was a lovely day. An almost perfect kind of day (If only that one hadn't bitten that other one's finger for repeating everything he said). It was a day of rest. It was a Sunday. Thank you, Lord, for setting this day apart.