Sunday Nights

46 days. 

The countdown is starting until my return to Chicago.

I'm starting to think about the things I will miss. 

I will miss Sunday nights.

I will miss this:

Not cutting things out.

No, I won't really miss that.

Not sticking things down.

No, I'm not too bothered about that either.

Not colouring things in. 

No, none of those things. 

You see those six skilful hands that you can glimpse in the photo above? They belong to three wonderful people. Each Sunday I get to sit with them and we unfold mysteries together. 

It's my favourite moment of the week, and I will miss it.