Whenever possible, our Sunday routine starts with church followed by breakfast/brunch at one of our “go-to” Sunday restaurants.
For nearly 22 years of marriage I’ve consistently bitched and moaned about having to get up early on Sunday, ditch the weekend sweats and tee for something a bit nicer, sit through service and then head over for a meal I never bother to eat during the week.
And through nearly 22 years of marriage........I’ve rarely felt better and more content than I do by the time Sunday afternoon rolls around.
Gotta be honest; left to my own devices I’d most likely sleep late and do nothing but loaf around the house on most Sundays. But church is extremely important to my wife, so whenever our schedules allow I reluctantly agree.
Funny thing is, I always enjoy it...particularly when our son and his girlfriend can join us. I feel better, it makes my wife happy and it’s slow-paced quality time with the people I love.
I guess the question I’m pondering right now is why I even bother fighting it. I mean, I clearly enjoy our Sunday routine.....but I guarantee I still ain’t gonna want to get my ass outta bed come next Sunday morning.
Sorry....I had absolutely no idea where this train was heading when it left the station. I took a wonky-ass left turn when we pulled out and I seem to have jumped the rails and landed us somewhere deep in the Everglades.
Ok, let me see if I can steer this thing home.....
A while back I dubbed this knife “My Sunday Morning Carry”. It’s really the only time I take it out of the box, and it’s what I had in my pocket while I was still wearing pants with pockets today.
I think at the end of the day, this log-winded post is just my way of providing some context to today’s carry. I owe the pleasure of its company to my wife.....because without her there’d be no need for a dedicated Sunday carry.
And because of her, Sunday’s may just be my favorite day of the week; despite all the early morning bitching and complaining I still tend to do.