The Best Kind of Sunday

We are having the best kind of Sunday. First, we went to church in Lindon this morning to listen to my cousin, Becky, speak at her mission farewell. Church is always better when you can listen to someone speak who you know, like, and won't make you wish you were sleeping. (It's great, too, when you know you can leave after the first block.)

Then, we headed over to the house for a Thanksgiving-ish feast. I didn't have to make it or clean it up. There was plenty of good company to sit around the table and visit with--which is something you don't get every Sunday. It was fabulous and yummy. Thank you Marc and Jill!

Now we are home, and for the first time in a couple of weeks we have nothing to do. We can take a nap, play with new toys, lay on the couch and watch tv, and then take another nap. I think I will begin un-decking my halls. I always feel so much better when everything is put away--the house seems so much more open and clean-ish. Happy Sunday, everybody--this is the best kind!