my mother and i went to mass earlier at 11am than the usual 5:30pm mass. i realized how i missed going to mass in the morning when the breeze was just right-- not to hot and not too cool either. while listening to the priest's sharing of the gospel, the breeze almost lulled me to sleep as i struggled to keep my eyes open.

i remembered sundays in Myanmar when i was just a little girl. my family and i would hear mass at 10am. i used to love sundays because it was family day when we would eat out after lunch, go to a park, then rent videos to watch when we get home. while my sister and i would lazily sprawl on the floor with eyes glued to the tv, my parents would either take a nap or watch with us. this went on for years and although we did this everytime, it didn't bore us. we enjoyed every single minute of it.

lazy sunday afternoons were the best. they still are.