For as long as I can remember - back even when I was a kid - I have always loved the Sunday edition of the newspaper. Whenever possible, I have always liked to read the ENTIRE paper, cover to cover, as part of my Sunday morning ritual. As I grew older and developed a taste for coffee - Sunday mornings have usually started with a hot cup and a fresh paper.My hubby knows that this little thing makes me happy - so he always lets me get to the paper first. Even The Munchkin's first Sunday of life was spent in Mommy's arms as she read the Sunday funnies (although our paper got interrupted that morning by the arrival of SC Gramma and Grandpa, so the full experience had to wait a week or so). Even now he's learned to respect Mommy's time with her paper.
So on days like today - when the paper is not waiting outside the front door when I get downstairs - I am thrown off kilter. The snowstorm and daylight savings time combined to conspire against my Sunday ritual.
So instead we had homemade coffee cake (The Munchkin helped), and enjoyed the sunshine after the storm.
And the paper just got delivered -and now all is right with the world! At least for now.
