A couple Sundays ago I visited both my great grandmas. First we had lunch at Great Grandma Mangan’s house.
Then I convinced Bapop to chase me all over the yard. It was so funny.
I smelled the wildflowers.
And we visited the horses across the street.
I wish it was an every Sunday sort of thing.
“Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.” —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow