Quite the peaceful Sunday

When Uncle Russell left with all the Legg kiddos for a couple day trip to see some family, I felt awful for the scheduling mishap I had made when I'd purchased our tickets for Ohio. Yes. We most definitely missed them. But there was a very special opportunity that I hadn't expected. The girlies were given quite a special chance to spend uninterrupted and quite celestial time with their Aunt Jackie. She, quite simply, is one of the most soothing people to be around. On this day, Sunday, it was so peaceful just keeping things calm and easygoing. Church went so smoothly. The girls all willingly went to their classes. I didn't make them all go by themselves to their individual classes, but allowed them to pair up with each other and pick one of the pairs classes to attend. It worked perfectly. When we came back home we played some games, which we love to do on Sundays.



I believe I mentioned doing this when we went to Moab. But it has become a tradition of ours to visit a cemetery whenever we are in a new place. Or even not a new place, actually. The girls truly feel at home in cemeteries, which I am so glad for. I remember the times when there were many who did not want to go to the cemetery to visit Daddy's grave. It did not represent good things to them, understandably. But after we finished our first family picture the other night I decided we should drive up there and "talk to Daddy", as we do when we visit his grave. As we pulled in to the drive of the cemetery, Malia erupted into cheers, and the rest soon followed. I asked them, "Why are you cheering, guys?", and Malia said, "Duh, Mom...look where we are...". So they love being there, as well as other cemeteries they have no known connection to. They love strolling around, trying to read the names on the headstones, trying to figure out if there are any connections between headstones placed next to each other, and to see if they can figure out how old they were when they died. I often am ready to go before they are, and I spend the entire time not being able to explore myself, but going from child to child as they call out to me, "Mom! Come and see this one! Come see (so and so...) and see how old they were!" So on that morning that I did my five mile mad walk/run, I passed this old cemetery and knew it was the one for us to visit. I haven't seen one this old for so long, being out in the west.






We then headed to find a place for a nice Sunday stroll. Naki and I love taking walks on Sundays. We always stress to the girls that this is not a Sunday sprint, run, or try-to-beat us to our destination kind of walk, but that is actually a stroll. That means that we walk nice and casually, staying close to one another so that we can visit while we walk, and enjoy our surroundings together. This place that Jackie took us, which name I can't remember, was just perfect, and so so stunning. I loved it! We ended up staying until it was completely dark, and enjoyed watching some bats swoop down as we were walking back to the parked car. (Reminded me of good ole' bat days in PA.)









Sundays like these make me feel ready for the week. Thanks for a perfect day, Jackie. Well, actually two and a half weeks of perfect days. :)