Sunday Mornings

I have recently moved back into the apartment that Brady and I shared together. Some think this is silly, I didn’t think twice about it.

Moving back into our home has allowed me to recall so many memories about living here with Brady. On this Sunday morning, I find myself reminiscing even more than usual.

Brady and I looked forward to Sundays. We were able to sleep in a little longer than we did during the week (we both had classes at 8am every day).

When we woke up, we spent some time just holding each other and chatting. Then Brady would hop in the shower and I would typically get things ready for him to make breakfast. After he got all clean, I would hop in the shower and he made breakfast!

Brady often made pancakes on Sunday, since that was the only day of the week he really had time for it. He always made sure to make some pancakes that were a little undercooked, because that’s how I liked them.

After breakfast, we went to church! We loved the church we went to; we always felt so welcome. Brady and I would always talk about the sermon at lunch afterwards. It was one of my favorite parts of the week.

This is the first time that I am alone on a Sunday morning at our apartment. I had no one to wake up to, no one to scream “I love you” to while in the shower, no one to make me undercooked pancakes.

Being alone has made me even more grateful for the time I had with my Brady. Most people never find “their person,” and I was able to marry mine. We were lucky enough to build a home together, and while I wish we had more time, I am thankful for the memories we were able to make.