Sunday is a Great Day For...

Catching up on episodes of This Old House

Dreaming of someday working on our own house projects

Getting to church early to help set-up

Walking out of church to find everything covered in thick snow

Running to the car and getting immediately covered in what appeared to be Dip N Dots Ice cream. Causing me to again wonder why on earth that stuff is so crazy expensive when it is mostly water and now apparently falling from the sky.

Hurrying home and getting into comfy, warm clothes in record speed. 

And finally, for unexpected couch napping 

Sundays are a For...

• Being practically giddy because an older man at church called me a "breath of fresh air"
• Team teaching the Marriage and Family Sunday School class with my husband 
• Getting interrupted while teaching and being asked to take ourselves and our whole class into the larger room where they didn't have a teacher
• Team Teaching a Marriage and Family Class to loads more people than we planned, most of whom have loads more marriage and family experience. 
• Holding hands with my husband while team teaching Sunday School (nerdy? Yes. Maybe a little ridiculous? Yes. Something I might have rolled my eyes at if I saw someone else do it? Yes. But it just happened- I don't know. I guess we are kinda in a hand holding habit). 
• Putting on sweatpants right after church and remembering how much I love him in sweatpants. (why is it that he can look so adorable in sweatpants while I look  frumpy chic. I once had a guy describe my style that way and I have never gotten over it, so I try to work it into as many conversations as I can. I don't even really know what frumpy chic means, but I do know it does not mean adorable. In fact, in sweatpants I look heavy on frumpy very light on the chic)
• Unpacking warm clothes and packing away summer stuff
• Scheduling the week- this is one of my favorite things to do, except when I realize the week is really very busy and then I feel a bit tired in advance
• Being cuddled and cozy while I flip through Martha Stewart Living, thinking to myself that I really should make more pies. 
• Realizing it is time to make dinner (at 6:30) and feeling like it is already so late (at 6:30) that I just don't have the energy. Time moves differently on Sunday and dinner after 5 seems downright ridiculous. I am having a realization as I type this, that a girl who says things like the above, probably isn't about to be baking more pies. 
• Deciding to make some beans, cheese, and avocado, with chips. I am trying to make it sound classier than it was, but, yeah we had nachos for dinner because apparently we are freshman in college.  
• Wondering if we should say a blessing on dinner when our dinner wasn't a dinner at all and was a snack. 
• Deciding yes we should bless the food and also pretending out loud that our dinner was kinda healthy
• Getting a look for him when I referred to nachos as "kinda healthy" 
• Watching a movie together
• Picking out clothes for the week
• Scheduling dinners for the week (when I don't have a plan I come up with things like nachos)
• Saying family prayers
• Quickly falling asleep 

The Perfect Day

Yesterday was the perfect day. We woke up early, went to a broadcast of the Brigham City Temple Dedication. Got home.Ate some left over pizza from The Pie, we got a Greek pizza and a cheese pizza, both were fantastic.

We ordered it Saturday night, had leftovers Sunday afternoon, and there was none left for Monday lunch. It really hit the spot both times and we couldn't save any. Saturday night when we were deciding what to eat and talking about how much we wanted pizza, I said "we should buy frozen pizzas so we have them on hand." He said, "I don't know, frozen pizza isn't very good." I replied "Oh it's not that bad" (read it will help us save money). He understood my real meaning and said, almost longingly, "Once you have had Settebello your pizza standard is completely changed." I knew that he meant you can no longer convince yourself that crap pizza is good; everything is held to a higher standard. I kissed him. You see, Settebello is a family favorite.They serve authentic Napoletana style pizza and we are into stuff like that in my family. We really appreciate when something is authentic but we also just love when something is really good. True Italian pizza really does change you. Once you have had it you spend the rest of your pizza eating life thinking that these two, totally different experiences, shouldn't be called the same thing. American and Italian pizza are as different as English and Italian. He didn't mean much by his comment but it meant a lot to me. It was one of those  seemingly inconsequential moments that really reaffirms what a perfect husband you have. Not every husband would agree with his wife and her entire family about a great restaurant; not every husband values Settebello.  All that being said, The Pie makes some great, albeit not at all Napoletana style, pizza. So we ordered some and enjoyed it twice.

I have gotten far off the subject of Sunday, sorry. After Pizza he dozed and I casually got stuff done. It was Sunday style getting things done; the kind that you can do still in your dress. Relaxing easy tasks. Sorting some papers that have been on the table for weeks, deciding which wedding word art to hang up, trying on all pants and deciding which to keep, which to fix, and which to toss. That type of getting things done is my favorite to get done; stuff that feels good to do, not stuff that has to be done. Then he woke up and we hung out a bit, watched some HGTV and talked about what kind of house we would buy right now, if we were buying something now. I picked out clothes for the week and did some visiting teaching. He made dinner and then we finished a little design project from the day before. We popped some popcorn, he made our favorite drink (twice) and we watched a movie in bed. It was 9:30 and we were already winding down. I thought back over the day. It had everything I could ever want in a day. I couldn't stop grinning at him and thinking how wonderful our little life was. It was such a rejuvenating, wonderful day. Sundays really are the best way to start the week.