Sunday. WE have had plenty of Super Sundays. Some Super, Duper Sundays.
But today was a Proper Sunday. Just as it should be.
I still feel uncomfortable, sometimes, recognising the good things that have come out of the bad. But in keeping ourselves tightly away to reflect alone, without influence and judgement, we had time to refocus on the important things in life. Family.
Simply family. No fuss. Family around a table. Family in the fresh air. Family finding their own space to rest, yet always coming back together.
Just as it should be on Sundays.