You know, what ever we ate on sunday, it was secondary to the people we ate it with. Having mom,dad,sister,brother,cousin,gramma and grampa, aunts and uncles there with us were what made it special. While the grownups talked we half listened as we poked each other and snickered when one of us burped or made other noises the adults frowned on..Part of us wanted to finish up and go play some more,but, the thought of missing what the adults had lowered their voices about lured us to linger a bit longer. Yes, we remember the chicken or roast, but mostly we remember those we love.
kadesma