Sunday is the day I'm always looking forward to. As I woke up from my bed, I imagined how my parents rushing here and there to get the things prepared and less than half an hour they are set to go out and opened our little store at the nearest market. While my younger sister wide awake on skype with her Norweigian boyfriend. My little niece walking back and forth with her fully loaded diaper, waiting for someone to clean her up. My daughter is definitely still cuddling with her pillows while my youngest sister watching Disney Junior at a very loud volume. Then my younger sister would have no other choice but to bathe our little niece. I rose up and prepared milk for my daughter. Then, wake her up and put her into the bathroom. My youngest sister would normally insist in taking a bath together with us. So, three of us playing inside the bathroom. Later, we are rushing to get clothes because we dont want to be late for the Sunday morning mass. I really want the kids at home to make it as a habit at first, to go to Sunday mass. They will not understand it all at once but I simply want it to be a part of their Sunday life. Even if 75% of my time at church given to taking care of them so they wont be running, playing and talking loudly. I know it is going to be worth it. I am the only one at home who has the luxury to play with the kids on sundays. I sometimes bring them to the nearest mall while at the cab they are already ordering french fries. It made me happy. Very happy. We entered the mall and they are both pulling me to go at their favorite food chain. While eating they will keep telling stories about their activities at school, experiences with their classmates, playful moments at home and so many other kiddy things. I feel so young with them around me. That was my typical and happy sunday before I came here to Bangkok for work.
Now, as I have established my kind of Sunday. I rose up from my bed, watered my orchids. Yes, I have five of them haven't bloomed any flower yet. Tidy my bed and sweeped my floor. Doing these little things with my mind back at home. It simply give me little joys. It feels like Im home. Took my self to have a shower and get ready for the Sunday mass. Took a cab to the BTS then alighted at Ploenchit where my church is located. After hearing the word of God, I normally go out for lunch near Asoke BTS. Head to my condo and stayed at my room crocheting or watching movies. But today, I have this feeling that I needed to be somewhere else. So here I am going out the restaurant to do some window shopping. This is my Sunday rituals. Being happy does not necessarily requires a specific location or set of people. Happiness is a choice. There is happiness even in distance and in absence. It is simply because, you are carrying those memories and special people in your heart wherever you may be. Have a happy and blessed Sunday everyone.
