It's starting to feel like a real Sunday

This may seems like an odd post title.  After all, it is 6:30 in the evening, it is "starting" to feel like Sunday?  And what is a "real" Sunday?  Sundays in the summer don't feel like Sundays during the school year.  The twelve Sundays in the summer scream of freedom and relaxation.  No matter the weather, or the time, or anything, Sundays in the summer are just fabulous.  However, there are 52 weeks in the year, and only 12 summer Sundays.  There are other "fun" Sundays with no school the next day.  There is Labor Day, President's Day, and Martin Luther King, Jr. weekend.  There is Easter Sunday, and usually two Sundays during the holidays, and all of these don't have school the next day.  They are still fabulous, but they aren't summer Sundays.  Summer Sundays have more fun possibilities than any other time of the year.  Honestly, I just don't know how to put it into words.

This one doesn't have quite the same feel as the first eleven did this summer though.  Andrew has to be at work at normal time tomorrow, and I have to be at the church office in the morning as well.  School bags are almost packed, and tomorrow is the last day that I don't have to make sure lunches are packed or clothes are ready to go.  Looking outside and it isn't yet 7:00, but the shadows are starting be longer than they used to be at this time.  This is still a summer Sunday, but it is definitely starting to get the feel of a "real" Sunday.