To be honest, Sundays are my most exhausting days. Yet I still choose to get out of bed, make my coffee—no matter how tired I am—get everyone ready, and take my children to church. It takes effort, patience, and sacrifice, but I do it because I know these moments matter. One day, they’ll look back and remember this, just like I do. I remember my mom having everyone’s outfits laid out, making sure we were ready, and out the door we went—rain, cold, or heat. It wasn’t always easy, but it planted something in me that never left. Sundays are for church, for faith, and for building memories that last 🫶🏻 PS: monochromatic monochromaticlook from @justfabonline