A Sunday Kind of Love

For some reason, that song came to mind today, and as I looked up the lyrics, I also contemplated what that statement meant to me.

The song (in part) goes, “I want a Sunday kind of love, a love to last, past Saturday night…”

Today as Hubbin and I go through the motions of carrying out our respective agendas, we are doing them together, even though we are in different parts of the house. We come back from our corners, update each other, and then pass through once again, off and running to whatever projects pop to the tops of our lists.

I’m a bit scattered today. I’m trying to get something done, but it requires three other steps I hadn’t anticipated, so I’m delayed and trying to stay on track as I finish the mini projects as a prerequisite. Hubbin is encouraging me and giving input, even though his own agenda has to be paused long enough to do so. He lends a hand, then heads back to his corner to finish his, while I finish mine, comfortable in the knowledge that if it gets too difficult, Hubbin is there for me.

That’s the kind of Sunday Kind of Love I want (and have, with my Hubbin).