day 47: Sundays, again

I've said it before, and I'll say it again.

This continues to be the day of the week that is the worst.

Sundays.

I miss him being so stubborn to wake up, eventually giving him just 15 minutes to get ready before we have to leave.

I miss us being able to divide and conquer, each taking a kid or two to drop off at their respective Sunday school classes.

I miss being able to sit by him for an entire hour or so, uninterrupted by kids.

I miss being able to hold his hand during each and every prayer.

I miss hearing him laugh during the parts of Matt's sermons ASC finds funny.

I miss fixing a big Sunday lunch for him while he looks at the newspaper or plays with the kids.

I miss letting him take a Sunday afternoon nap while I try to keep the kids quiet, fold laundry, and finish my lesson plans for the week.

I miss asking him if he'd mind if I ordered a pizza from supper, to which he'd always answer, "I don't care."

Yep.

Sundays are still the worst.