Sunday dinner retake

There is a certain serenity that Sunday gives me. I think it is the routine of going over to my parents house, the house where I grew up, and having all the family around. I like to hang out there for Sunday dinner and not have to worry about being anywhere else. My mother makes her tomato sauce and every week she will tell us that next week she will make something different. We all beg her not to, because her sauce is our comfort food, and we come seeking that comfort as well. I know my parents look forward all week to having us come over and now at this point in my life, I look forward to it as well.

There was a time many years ago, when the expectation of having to be at Sunday dinner every week was just a burden. If I didn't make it, I would feel that horrible Italian guilt. When I was younger, I took so much for granted. Now older and wiser, I go there because I want to be there, and I have a deep appreciation for family ties.

My niece was home from New York for the holiday, so it was great to have her back for Sunday dinner. I remember when she first went away to school, she would call on Sunday and we would pass the phone talking to her and she would be so sad not to be with us. My son said that he thinks of us all over there on Sundays when he is away at school as well. It is a day that we are all together in our hearts even when we are not together.

So my posts on Sundays are pretty much the same. And that is just the way I like it.