Sunday used to be my favorite day. Neville and I would sleep in. When we woke up, there would always be lazy Sunday morning sex. I'd walk a block to Whole Foods and pick up groceries. When I got back, it would be time for a nap, or reading a good book, or watching a movie. It was a lazy Sunday. And I loved it.
Yeah, then I got knocked up. And lots of my favorite things got thrown out the window. Partying with girlfriends till the clubs closed. Buying impractical shoes. Working late until whatever time it was necessary to get the job done. And apparently sleeping in. And lazy Sundays. Good-bye lazy Sundays.
After 3.5 years of no lazy Sundays, I've decided to start a new tradition. When D woke up bright and early at 6:30am, we pulled him into bed with us. He laid between us without a peep for 45 minutes. Then I passed over some books and we all took turns reading. Darius sang a little song. Neville unsuccessfully tried to warm his feet on me.
We laid in bed for nearly 2 hours. And while it wasn't exactly the way that it was four years ago, I'm already loving today. As soon as Sesame Street is over, D and I are heading to the grocery store. I'm going to do my best to have a lazy Sunday.
