Sunday Afternoons

Sunday afternoons are meant for sleeping, meant for laziness to kick in, meant for a little belly rub and neck scratch.

But Sunday afternoons are also well-spent strolling hand in hand through the park, to the reservoir. They are well-spent dancing in the rain or praying side by side. They are well-spent sitting beside the lazy permanent resident of the park, chuckling at her tosses and turns, talking about anything that Sunday brings.

I love Sunday afternoons. :)