Growing up, we always did the same thing on Sundays. I think that is a large part of the reason I had grown to hate Sundays so much. Wake up, go to church at 9:00, go to the grocery store with my mom, make breakfast, eat breakfast, clean my room, read, nap, make dinner, go to bed. Recently, I have discovered an appreciation for my own traditions, which include the farmers market, hiking, and making dinner with the girls. Last week, we did shredded chicken tacos with beans, guac, and everything in between.
