Sundays are the best . My two sons take turns cooking Sunday dinner. I do very little. The best part is being with family. I remember thinking how nice it is to get together on holidays. Call it karma, I got my wish. It is becoming family tradition. Some families have always done this. I remember thinking how nice.
Have things changed? I remember as a kid, hating those Sunday dinners. It meant taking a long drive with my parents to visit their parents, usually in the Bronx. It was a long, boring day for me. Then as I grew older, I was given permission to stay home. Hooray. More time to be with my friends. But now, as I grow older, wouldn't I give anything for Sunday dinner with my parents, long gone. I am so fortunate to have wonderful kids who even want to spend the day with us.
Next Sunday is Father's Day. Let's hope Dave will stay awake long enough to enjoy it. AND the next day, my niece and her family will visit. More blessings. I love the company. It will be like having two Sunday dinners with all the family. Hooray.
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