Sundays

Michael took this photo with his iPhone on one of our Sunday trips to the farmers market. He got a kick out of the shape of that large tomato in the foreground.

I miss Sundays with Michael. Since he usually had a gig on Saturday nights, I was in the habit of attending church then. That meant Sundays were free for us to spend together. We usually started the day with breakfast at home or at a nearby diner we liked.

Nearly every Sunday we went down to the farmers market at the marina. Michael made fresh orange juice for us each morning, and we always got our oranges at the farmers market. Sometimes that's all we'd get, but other times we'd bring home other seasonal fruits and veggies, and Michael liked the homemade tamales, kettle corn, and shave ice we could get there, too. I liked looking at the dogs available for adoption just outside the farmers market. Michael always indulged me while I paid them a visit.

Just across the street from the farmers market is a Whole Foods. So after shopping at the market, we'd head over there to pick up a nice piece of meat or fish for our Sunday dinner. After our trip to the market, I'd get some things done in preparation for the coming work week, and Michael would usually watch a ball game or play the horses online.

That was our Sunday routine and I really miss it. It's been more than a year since we last did that together, and I haven't had the heart to return on my own. Maybe Michaela and I will make it down there this coming summer.