Oh Sunday, how I love you
I woke up to two kids playing
nicely
together
downstairs in the playroom
The clock beamed, 9:10 am
What? No, that cannot be right?
When was the last time I slept past 8?
I honestly cannot answer that question
Oh Sunday, how I love you
I made a second breakfast for the kids
And we sat together at the kitchen table
Talking and eating and relaxing in our pajamas
Oh Sunday, how I love you
I organized my dresser drawers
and my closet
and my shoes
I now have two big bags ready to be donated
Oh Sunday, how I love you
I planned and gathered materials for math this week
Responded to emails
And still my kids played
nicely
together
downstairs in the playroom
Oh Sunday, how I love you
Teachers Write 
ME TOO! This sounds like an especially lovely Sunday!
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It sure is–and so unexpected! 🙂
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What a wonderful Sunday! So good. So very very good.
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Sundays are the best! There is just beauty to be found all around on a Sunday. How awesome it sounds like yours was!
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A sunny Sunday can do wonders for the soul! (and sleeping in for once can’t hurt either!!) Keep soaking it in!
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I love the repetition in this poem. Your appreciation of Sunday time and kids playing nicely comes through. Thanks for sharing!
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Your Sunday sounds lovely. A sunny Sunday made it even better i’m sure. Love your repetition and the positive spin on Sunday. Sometimes Sundays bring dread.
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Oh, the beauty of Sundays! Your slice captured your day.
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Sunday delights. Love how you captured them all, book ended by two kids playing nicely together.
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