Day 999 A perfect Sunday

 

A Perfect Sunday

Walking the beach with my bestie—what a perfect Sunday morning. I was up early, chipping away at weekend chores and starting prep for a big family dinner when I got a text inviting me for a walk... twist my arm! I quickly put everything on hold, threw on my shoes and sweatpants, and met Melissa at the end of the seawall.

We love our usual route: starting at Monahan’s (a restaurant at the end of the seawall), walking the full length of it, then continuing across the entire stretch of beach to where the ocean meets the Narrow River. The walk is only about four miles, but in my opinion, trekking through the sand adds a bit of a workout. The wind was so strong that on the way back it felt like we were doing resistance training.

We’re so lucky to live by the beach—it’s something I never take for granted.

Back at home, I finished assembling a big pot of Toscana soup, a birthday request from my daughter...My never ending birthday celebrations taking a back seat to my girls. I had baked a cake earlier in the morning, so all that was left was to frost it. Once my table was set, I headed back out—this time for Mahjong at my beach club. I’ve missed so many Sunday game days lately, so I made a point to go. I got lucky and landed at a table with Donna and Loraine—just three of us, all solid players and fast, as it should be. We cranked out eight games in two hours, each of us winning a few. The competition was tight and super fun.

I had to scoot out when everyone broke for a break—after all, guests would be arriving at my house by 5 p.m. Well, family, so not real company.

Back home, I frosted the cake, prepped a salad, made garlic bread, filled a big pitcher of water, and added the final touches to the giant vat of soup. Everyone arrived right on time, hungry and full of stories. The soup was a hit—everyone went back for seconds and thirds. We sang birthday wishes, Jess opened presents, begrudgingly and before I knew it, everyone was packing up to head home. I sent them all off with leftovers and treats as moms do. 

I found myself back in the kitchen, washing dishes and tidying up. Normally I leave the mess until morning, but I knew future Rachel would appreciate waking up to a clean kitchen.

The day was as close to perfection as a weekend day could be, filled with fresh air, family and friends...doubt I'll even remember that sink full of dishes when looking back, somehow those details don't stick..thank goodness! I'll remember perfection and the kind of Sunday that leaves you full in all the best ways.