Easy Like Sunday Morning

The sound of it is so lovely, the actual words of Easy like Sunday Morning. In my memories of childhood, Sunday mornings were anything but easy. With four little girls, all redheads, all 2 years apart, trying to get ready for church; at least one of us would have a meltdown. Usually it was me, I’ll admit it. And there could be screaming and shushing … Continue reading Easy Like Sunday Morning