I remember weekends when I lived at home with my parents and I’d roll out of bed around 10 am and walk into the kitchen where my Dad would welcome me with a “good morning beautiful.” He’d be unloading a brown paper bag of orange juice, some bagels, and the newspaper. He had already, been to the hardware store, the gas station, the grocery store, the bagel shop, and a million other places and it was only 10 am! I didn’t understand it at the time, why on earth wouldn’t someone want to sleep in? But…
Now that I’m, should I say, adult (?) I have a Sunday morning ritual of my own. I head to Target, grab a coffee and make my way around the maze, picking up odds and ends that acquire on my list throughout the week. Then I’ll take items I no longer want to the Goodwill around the corner, run to other shops if I need to, and head back to the apartment to unload my brown bags of goodies to say “good morning beautiful” to Meiko, and sometimes, Rob. :)
I just love my Sunday mornings, spending time with my thoughts and getting things crossed off my list at the same time. I tried going to Wal*Mart last Sunday and it’s just not the same.
This photo will do. I don’t really have a photo of my father unloading a bag.