Some Sundays are for unorthodox behavior:
Driving six hours.
Holding a perfect baby.
Eating curly fries (I promise you, there are few culinarily delicacies on this planet that rival fresh curly fries).
Listening to adventures.
Spending time with friends.
Being in love.
Reading out loud.
Watching the sun set (who says this has to be just one word?).
Planning for Christmas presents.
Sharing a chocolate milkshake.
Every week, Sunday is full of marvels. And how could it not be? It's the Lord's day.