Today is Sunday. It was a wonderful day. I woke up to the sound of my five year old son’s footsteps coming towards my bedroom door. I kept my eyes closed because I know he gets a kick out of “quietly” tip toeing to my bed to whisper, “Good morning, Mom.” Then I open my eyes and see his bright blue eyes and smiling face...that is heaven.
I hear my one year old jibber jabbering away in the next room. I open her door to see her sitting in her crib having a conversation with a stuffed elephant. She sees me and her eyes light up and her smile stretches showing her six teeth. Little hands with little fingers reach out toward me. I picked her up in my arms and gave her a hug. She hugged me back...that is heaven.
After I got the kids fed I decided to skip the shredded wheat and eat a bagel. I toasted it and forgot to measure how much butter I spread on it...let’s just say it was dripping and it was oh so good. I sat at the table with my bagel and cup of coffee (oops did I forget to measure how much coconut creamer I put in that too? I must’ve because it tastes amazing) I scroll through my playlists on my phone and decide to click on Beethoven. His Moonlight Sonata seeps through the speakers. Sitting at the table with my buttery bagel and warm, creamy coffee listening to a master’s soul in the sound waves...I feel like I am in heaven.
The weather in Florida has been beautiful this week. 60’s at night and high 70s in the day. In my opinion it would be a sin to stay inside today so I get the kids ready to go a local art festival. We walk around and look at art. My son brought his money the tooth fairy left him 2 nights ago just in case he sees something he likes. Personally, I don’t see anything too stimulating. Speaking of stimulating, the Kettle Corn smells amazing. Five dollars a bag? It better be worth it. It is. It’s probably the best damn popcorn I’ve ever tasted in my life. We sit on a bench, share the bag of newsworthy popcorn, and watch the busy crowd of people...now that’s art. The sun is shining. The breeze is flowing. I feel like I’m in heaven.
The kids and I spend the rest of the afternoon visiting family. Our last stop is my parents’ home where dinner is served every Sunday at 4:30pm. And this is not just any dinner. You see, my mom is half Italian, half Puerto Rican so not only is she gorgeous, she’s an amazing cook. We all sit at the table and enjoy the food and each other’s company. I love my parents more now than ever because they are such wonderful grandparents to my kids. Having my dad offer to hold the baby while I eat dinner...heaven.
I got home, got the kids bathed and tucked in after a frantic search for a binki. Tonight is not the night to have my daughter go through pacifier withdrawals. The house is silent and I sigh. I realize it was a heavenly day. The truth is, I felt closer to my family and to heaven today than any other Sunday spent fretting over church meetings and callings. So this is what a Sunday should feel like? Wow, I’ve wasted a lot of Sundays in my life. But now I can relax and rest assured that from now on, Sunday will truly be a day of rest. Sunday will truly be spent bringing my family closer together. And Sunday will finally be a heavenly day.