It’s Sunday evening at our house.
Darkness has descended and the cricket chorus echoes through the little valley behind our property.
Our windows are wide open inviting the delightfully refreshing breeze to enter.
Queen kitty Callie lounges longingly at the screened French door enjoying the cool night air, occasionally popping up to jump at the screen frightening away some intruding insect. It’s her mission to guard the house, you know.
Hubby’s just now leisurely perusing the Sunday paper. I should be stationed in the kitchen cleaning up the last of the dinner dishes that didn’t fit into the dishwasher. But dishes can wait. Instead I mull over the lovely Sunday we just spent.
After church, we were graced with a visit from middle daughter. She was in town for a high school friend’s bridal shower this afternoon and stopped by the home place afterwards.
We savored a home-cooked meal together, the three of us. Dad made his specialty recipe that middle daughter loves. I mixed up a raspberry buckle for dessert with fresh raspberries from our very own bushes.
We not only delighted in delicious food, but wonderful conversation as well. We got to hear about middle daughter’s work week, complete with frustrations, and how well the apartment arranging and living was progressing.
After dinner, we watched a movie together, just the three of us. It was a real tear-jerker, “Letters to God,” but we enjoyed it despite a few tears. And before I was willing, it was time for daughter to head back to the city, with some leftover dinner, raspberry buckle, and cherry tomatoes from the garden tucked in her bag.
There’s an old proverb that states, “A Sunday well-spent brings a week of content.”
In the quiet of the evening, I say my thankful prayers for just that — a Sunday well-spent. By some people’s measure, our day doesn’t sound very exciting, but to me, it was precious. And I thank my God for granting me yet another Sunday to sample.