Sunday Funday

Don't you just hate that phrase?? Everyone uses it, and to be honest, Sundays are a little sad for me these days. Back in Arizona, Sundays were pretty much my favorite day of the week. Except for the pending doom of Monday, of course. What made Sundays so amazing? Glad you asked.

Family. Specifically, this guy:

This is my Grandpa in his Army uniform during the Korean War. Isn't he handsome? Starting when I was in high school, I spent every Sunday morning with The Grandpa. That's right, he has a title. It's a little bit like going to church, if your church tells stories of wild shenanigans orchestrated by one unruly sinner who married a saint.

 

The Saint aka Grandma

 

Here's their wedding picture

Gorgeous, don't you think?

 

And here he is with my newborn munchkin

 

 

Seriously, though. The Grandpa has the best stories (all true - but maybe a little embellished) and I am so lucky to have spent so much time hearing them. Stories of a time much more free, and much more difficult than life today.

 

 I always miss him when I'm away, but especially on Sundays.

 

P.S.

While I hate the term "Sunday Funday", I'll let it slide this weekend. Reason being? Football is back in season, and tomorrow is a holiday. Enjoy your extra day!