Sunday Mornings
In the winter Sunday mornings were reserved for Family Snuggle Time. A sacred time, devised by my tough-guy husband, during which the whole family would lounge in bed, and play, and start our day off by relaxing a bit.
Now that the weather has warmed up, Family Snuggle Time has been replaced by daddy getting up before sunrise and heading off to play golf. Now, give the guy credit - he is leaving insanely early so he can get his fix and still have part of Sunday left to spend with his family. But still... golf is a very time-consuming pass-time. And the entire family notices his prolonged absence. I've learned to deal with it, but the rest of the family still wonders where the heck daddy is and why he's gone for so very, very long.
They wonder, and watch, and hope.
Waiting for Daddy's return.
Now that the weather has warmed up, Family Snuggle Time has been replaced by daddy getting up before sunrise and heading off to play golf. Now, give the guy credit - he is leaving insanely early so he can get his fix and still have part of Sunday left to spend with his family. But still... golf is a very time-consuming pass-time. And the entire family notices his prolonged absence. I've learned to deal with it, but the rest of the family still wonders where the heck daddy is and why he's gone for so very, very long.
They wonder, and watch, and hope.
Waiting for Daddy's return.
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