I miss this. This used to be Sunday, way back when. Back when Hubby lived there and I lived here, and weekends were about spending time together. And inevitably, we'd wind up just curled up on the sofa talking or napping or just kind of being. It was nice. Unbelievably nice.
But times change, I guess. Sunday is now about laundry and cleaning and going and doing and rushing.
And sometimes is seems there's just no time to simply be together anymore.
But I remember those long ago Sundays.
And I miss them.
See more at Beth's (Or, this week, Keli's).