A couple days ago a friend of mine asked what we did for Easter. I mentioned we didn’t do much, just stayed at home. But then I paused because I couldn’t really remember what we actually did. Our Easter Sunday was one of those magical days we never seem to get anymore. We didn’t accomplish anything. We didn’t look at any to do lists. We simply spent time together.
As a result, the day seemed to evaporate into thin air due to the sheer enjoyment of it. And, like waking up from a wonderful dream, all I could immediately remember on Monday was the fact that Sunday was fantastic!
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