Lazy Sundays

Of the days in the week, Sunday is the best.

Family day is Sunday for me. It is routine but I always love it. We get up around 7am to take a bath then gobble the yummy breakfast Papsie had prepared (sometimes I do prepare breakfast, but rarely). We go to church afterwards. I love the feeling seating alongside my loved ones in the church. I love the feeling of being with my family.

After church, it is my turn usually to prepare food for lunch. How they love to eat what I cook. When Daryl was younger, he used to ask why the food I cook is delicious. I would answer that it has a very important ingredient and it is love. From then on, Daryl would repeat it when he has a chance, during mealtime, or among his cousins, titos and titas. That brought smiles and laughter to those who had heard that statement.

In the afternoon, or early evening, we would all watch a DVD movie, or a movie from the cable channels. It is during these hours that I feel so fortunate to experience such wonderful moments. With feet atop one’s thigh, or just sitting with two feet up, or a head on one’s lap, we live through life’s splendor especially during these hours. How I love to hear my kids express their responses or their reaction to a scene we’re watching, or Papsie’s exchange of pranks with the kids, or the intelligent discussions generated from the movie. It is truly magnificent.

When Sunday really gets lazy, we would all go to sleep. Kay would always ask for merienda when she wakes up from the afternoon nap. My little girl turning into a budding woman could gobble so much in the afternoon snack and eat very little in the evening. There are also times she prepares hotcakes by herself and experiments with it like adding bits of hotdogs or grated cheese on the cakes.

Papsie usually prepares food for supper. I sometimes do, but then again, rarely. Suppertime is super time. How I love to hear the banters and jokes again while eating. How I love to see Daryl almost not making a sound when he likes the food, or Kay picking up another serving of food when she likes the food, too. I would always comment on those things. It is only on odd occasions that suppertime is quiet.

Wow, Sunday! That lovely pattern of life on Sundays is enough to make me feel I am blessed. Though one of the trying moments when my precious digicam and my cell phone got lost on a Sunday, it is still a special day for me.