Sundays used to mean something.
Growing up, it was the one day of the week when everything slowed down. My parents, my siblings, and I would load up and head to Grandma’s house for lunch, TV, and maybe a good old-fashioned nap on the sofa. There wasn’t a group text or a Facebook invite. It was just what we did.
Later, after I got married, we carried on that tradition with my mother-in-law. Every Sun…