Today is the kickoff of the NFL season. It's a very cloudy, dreary day in southwest Ohio. As I've been watching the sights and sounds, I've realized how ingrained this is in my memories from childhood. When I was in college, Sundays at home watching football was the thing I missed the most. In my mind, it is just full of cozy memories. Even though it is fairly warm outside, the cloudy skies help it to feel cozier inside. With no one at home, the house is staying cleaner so a quick dust and pick up yesterday and then vacuum meant I didn't have much to worry about today. I also told Andrew though, a Sunday like today also makes me miss the kids more. I guess I just completely associate Sunday with being a family day. I'm grateful for the memories, both recent and those from long ago.
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