I cannot complain, because this Sunday has been filled will all things good. I awoke at my home, to the sound of my mom and dad in the kitchen. At eight we were joined by my sister and we went to partake in the most holy sacrifice of the Mass, and afterward the four of us and my oldest brother along with his wife joined in on the day. What a glorious day it has been too. The sun is full with a slight breeze, the kind you would feel in an open meadow on a spring morning. The six of us ate and chatted until one of my uncles and his wife came by to do the same. There we all sat, enjoying family, food, and good company.
Prudence dictated that I stayed no later than mid-morning, and so when the noon bell was approaching, I went on my merry way. An hour plus and a rosary later and now I'm in Lawrence again studying away. Evenso, the best part of this weekend was not the drinks or the bar, but the time I was given with my family, and the love that I saw in so many of their eyes.
The Sunday after my Grandma and Grandpa Wilson's 50th wedding anniversary.