Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "I love the Sunday Morning. I hail it from afar. I wake with gladness & a holiday feeling always on that day."
The only Sunday morning photos I can find are Easter photos - but you get the point. Over the years Sunday mornings have meant different things. As a child, it meant being ready on time and for me, helping a younger sibling get ready too. My dad did not tolerate tardiness well at all - he'd honk the horn - and leave you stranded if you didn't get right out there! (We always got right out there - not sure what he would have done if someone was actually tardy!)
As a young married it was a lazy, languid time. As a young mom, it was pretty hectic and busy. When the block plan began, it could be lazy too if we were on the 11 a.m. or 1 p.m. time slot. We are the only ward in the building now, but we still always meet at 9. But I don't have little ones - and even when we have the grandkids or something, it doesn't seem to be too hectic!
When I had busy callings that necessitated attending early Sunday morning meetings, it meant rising early. When I was going out to my mom's on Sundays, it meant rising early, but the drive to the Valley with no traffic was quite pleasant. When I was taking Helen to church it was not always pleasant - sometimes Helen was difficult. But we usually made it.
Now Harry is almost always gone before I am even up. Sunday mornings are quiet and slow. The whole day can be quiet and slow, because Harry has meetings and appointments. Sometimes I feel lonely, but not often - I can always keep myself entertained - reading, napping, writing letters, visiting teaching - there is always plenty to do.
So I may not get a "holiday feeling" on Sunday. But I do count it a blessing in my life!
