Sunday morning has special memories for me. I remember my Dad dragging me out of bed every Sunday morning to go to church – I didn’t want to go – but I was always happy I went when it was over. My Dad was a deacon in the church and I remember how proud I was to sit next to him on the front row, between him and my grandfather. Sunday meant lunch at my grandparents. Sunday meant biscuits, fried chicken and playing in the yard after church with my cousin and the neighbors kids. Sunday meant spending time with family. Sunday evening meant evening church services and then coming home and watching the wonderful world of Disney with my brother and Mom.
Those were wonderful years. Wonderful times. Cherish the time you have with your family – live in the moment. I see too many people with their eyes on the horizon, always wishing for whatever is over the next hill. I was guilty of that. What I wouldn’t give for one more Sunday that started on a pew between my Dad and Grandfather and ended with a Disney movie. Plan for the future but live in the moment.