Sundays

I love Sundays.
I love them for the long quiet mornings before church.

I love them for the scramble at the mirror with 6 girls and their curling irons, hair dryers, and makeup.

I love them for the poke in the eye with your mascara.

I love them for the dribbling of toothpaste down your carefully selected outfit.

I love them for the mile walk to church in high heels.

I love them for the opening hymns that nobody likes singing.

I love them for the awkward silences in testimony meeting.

I love them for ward prayer.

I love them because dinner always seems to taste better on Sundays.

I love them for naps after church.

I love them for the sacrament.

I love them for the rest and rejuvenation that they give me for the rest of the week.

I love Sundays.