What does Sunday mean to you? It has changed over the years to me as I have grown older. As a child, it was a day of Sunday School and a Sunday chicken dinner with all 8 of us kids eating together (mom always ate after we were all fed). As a young adult it meant church and a free day to hang with friends. As a young mother, it meant taking kids to church and visiting my dad in a nursing home after church. It now means spending part of my day with my immediate family. I miss the Sunday dinners. Maybe it is time to look at old traditions that have fallen away and try to bring them back. I'm going to give that some thought. With traditions come happy memories.
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