
Flash forward to married life, Sunday afternoons became the time for my husband to catch up on his sleep from his crazy, busy, week as a dairy farmer. oh how I used to dread those times. Not knowing many people since I was new to the community and being more secluded because we lived on the farm, I found Sunday afternoons seemingly to last forever. Once our kids came along it made Sunday afternoons a more memorable time.
Today, Wayne & I returned from a Sunday afternoon drive. It was two fold - he was driving a spare bus run the next day and needed to find where all the stops were and it was a great opportunity for us to spend some time together in a different venue which allowed for great conversation. hmmhm maybe that's why my parents liked it so much.
Blessings
1 comments:
ahh yes how your perspective on Sunday drives change as you get older...it is a WONDERFUL time to spend chatting together without so many distractions...
blessings
Bliss
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