Sunday Sunday

I’ve always thought of Sundays as family day. That’s the day you take a drive up the coast, pack a picnic, and fly a kite. Very romantic notion and hardly ever actually happens. I don’t know why but by the time Sunday rolls around, it’s more of picking up the house than making memories at the beach.

And then, every so often we rally. Pack the car and head out for a family adventure. With the traffic gods against you, it’s easy to just stay home and blow bubbles in the back yard but we foraged our way all the way to the beach today. We actually had a picnic and drove up the coast. We were one kite flight away from my idealized notion of family day.

Mission accomplished. Happy family and worn out kiddo.

Let’s all make the most of our family days!