Sundays....

I am starting to think that Sunday mornings are not my favorite.   It's just a bit rough in the morning.  1pm church does not help either.  Maybe if I could sleep in that would help....But I can't.   Nobody is preventing me from sleeping in but myself.  I have this darn internal alarm clock that wakes me up lately at 6:30am and then I can't fall back to sleep.   So here I lay in bed, trying to fool myself that I am tired,  all while being clobbered in they eye by Brent's elbow as he adjusted his pillow....which now I have a headache.  Yep,  I should have got out of bed when I first woke up.
Sunday mornings are dangerous in bed! 
Secondly,  I miss Garrett.  That kid would wake up early. .. Okay 8... and go into the the family room; I knew I could find him there.   Eventually I would join him.  We would exchange small talk,  how did you sleep,  have a good nights sleep? Things like that.   I miss that.  
Slowly, I can tell pain of missing him is being softened....But really slowly.  I guess it has only been 11 days since he has been gone and I am entitled to still feel sad, right?   I am happy for him, really I am.  Reading his letters makes me happy.  Reading his letters let's me know he is doing okay.   Reading his letters let's me see the growth he has made. 
So today, I may be reading his letters over and over again if that is what it is going to take to help me get through the day....specifically this morning.