Sunday evening - April 3rd 2011 Hi Sweetpea, You are on my mind this evening...there's something about Sundays that I remember you. You were born on a Sunday and you left us on a Sunday too. I will always remember that. On Sundays I visit you at your resting place...and I know I have not been visiting as often as I should. I promise I will be by next Sunday with a bouquet of pretty flowers. And I will take you a little something for Easter. I love and miss you and always will....especially on Sundays. Love you to the Moon and back... Nana D