"i just need to get to sunday"

welcome back to sunday goods!

yesterday didn’t feel like a market.
it didn’t feel like work.
it felt like something softer, something heavier, something that sits with you long after you leave.

I brought my Moment in Time watches to a celebration of life for a woman named Katie. Her daughter, Alecia, put it together, & you could feel, in every detail, how loved her mom was.

you learn a lot about a person when they’re no longer here, but somehow Katie didn’t feel like someone I was just learning about.

she felt familiar. like someone you’ve met before in a different lifetime, or someone you wish you had.

katie loved to shop (hence a market as a celebration of life) not just for herself, but for other people. The kind of person who would see something & instantly think of you.

the kind of person who didn’t just say, “this reminded me of you,” but actually bought it, wrapped it up, & handed it to you with love.

she was a hairstylist. a hard worker. the kind of woman who shows up no matter what. even when she didn’t feel good, she kept going.

not because she had to, but because she didn’t want to inconvenience anyone. she didn’t want to cancel. she didn’t want to let people down.

she always said,
“i just need to get to sunday.”

there’s something about that sentence that won’t leave me.

because how many of us are doing that right now?
pushing through. waiting for the weekend. waiting for the next thing.

waiting to rest, to feel better, to slow down, just trying to get to sunday.

but Katie didn’t get more Sundays.

she passed unexpectedly from heart disease.

& in the middle of a life that was still giving, still showing up, still thinking of others, it just stopped.

but yet, it didn’t.

because yesterday proved that.

her life didn’t stop, it echoed.

in the way people spoke about her.
in the way people showed up for her.
in the way her daughter honored her.
in the stories, the laughter, the tears, the presence of her.

& in the smallest, most beautiful detail, her phrase:

“okey dokey tootaloos.”

it’s light. it’s playful. it doesn’t take itself too seriously.
& somehow, it says everything.

katie lived in a way that made people feel seen. thought of. loved.

she didn’t wait for perfect timing. she didn’t wait for a special occasion. if she thought of you, she acted on it.

that’s the kind of life that lingers.

standing there with my watches, I couldn’t stop thinking about time.

how we try to control it, stretch it, plan it.

how we assume we’ll have more of it.

but time doesn’t wait for us to slow down.
it asks us to show up while we’re here.

katie showed up.

even when she didn’t feel good.
even when it would’ve been easier not to.
even when she was tired.

& maybe the lesson isn’t to push ourselves to exhaustion.
maybe it’s the opposite.

maybe it’s to pay attention.

to our bodies.
to the people we love.
to the small moments that don’t feel big at the time, but are everything.

to buy the gift when you think of someone.
to send the text.
to cancel when you need to.
to rest when your body is asking you to.
to not wait for Sunday.

because the truth is, we’re all moving through time we can’t get back.

katie reminds us that what matters isn’t how long we’re here, but how we show up while we are.

so this week, don’t just “get to Sunday.”

be here now.
give now.
rest now.
love now.

& maybe, just maybe, leave people with something that feels like you, something light, something kind, something they’ll carry with them.

okey dokey tootaloos.

love you always,

elle