There is something about Sundays and I have great memories of Sundays. This is a day of the week for rest, for the most of us. This is a day you can rejoice in the Lord with others at church. I have decided to make this post about all the happy times I can remember in my life. Then I want you to say a happy memory in my comment or reply section. Sounds easy? Yes, so be thinking about what you are going to say when you get finished reading this. These will be in no certain order.
Friday nights, our family went to visit my father’s mother. Everyone in the family was there for her famous chili and hot dogs and all of us kids would go out side and play afterwards.
A day in fall, when all apples were bought, and everyone, adults, cousins, all pitched in and made home-made apple butter. We all ate picnic style and roasted marshmallows. This continued until dark. Us kids used the old out house for our bathroom, keeping the indoors clean for mom and dad.
Family reunions at a park a half an hour away. Plenty of food and wonderful watermelon for dessert. This park had the biggest curly cue slide, and tire swings. We always fell asleep on the way home.
Spring time for me was great! I spent all free time after suppers with my husband and kids fishing for crappies and blue gills. In the late evenings we would go back and fish for catfish.
The day I got married. The dreams I had of a happily ever after life.
The day I got divorced.
The feelings I had when I looked into each of my new babies eyes and touched their soft skin.
Summer church camp. Every summer, new friends, new crafts, my first time accepting Jesus as my own.
The day I was finally able to open my own antique store, holding the license in my hand.
Going down to my grandmas, who lived next door to us, and having a piece of fresh, warm peach pie with ice-cream melting on top, or half-frozen fresh peaches.
One Christmas I received my first piano.
Each summer my mother-in-law and my daughter and I would walk back the long lane to pick blackberries, and then also given blackberry jam to take home.
My mother-in-laws wonderful home-made cinnamon rolls with lots of gooey butter cream icing.
Christmas eve dinner with my mom and dad and my family. Dad’s eyes sparkling as all the gifts were opened, he would go into his bedroom and bring each of us a brown, paper lunch bag. Inside was a giant Hershey candy bar and a two litre bottle of pop.
Dad and I spending quality time together in the basement. Him working on his wood projects and me asking too many questions. He never seemed to tire of them.
Finding my dad’s artist brush after his passing. A small thing with a huge memory of how dad loved to paint.
Looking at the baskets I have placed around my home, knowing it was mom’s last project she had made. She was always going to some sort of class, and this was her last, basket weaving. I treasure them so.
Getting the text or phone call that my daughter and her family are coming here for a visit.
Early mornings. Peace and quiet time. Spend time with God and my friends here at WordPress.
Rearranging my living room furniture. Gives me great satisfaction, knowing every crook and cranny is clean and the room looks brand new with the furniture being moved.
Watching American Idol, two days a week.
Finding out unexpectedly that my best friend is coming to town to visit me.
Sitting in my swing in the evenings, watching the camp fire.
Celebrations, when all three of my kids and their families will be present.
Buying a new antique for my house. I love antiques.
Crossing the Indiana line, knowing I was coming home to be near my children again.
A day with no tears and no arguing.
When I lose more than one pound.
Alright friends, it is your turn. Happy Sunday, happy thoughts. Leave me one of your happy thoughts.