My family came to Chicago this weekend, which was such a treat.  My mother was in on Friday on her way to visit my dear grandmother in Florida and my Dad and step-mom were here on Saturday and Sunday.  Lots of great food, lots of warm talks, lots of quality time together.  Holiday or not, any time I get to spend with my family always feels so special.  I am so lucky to have people I truly like, not just love, as parents, if that makes any sense.  We didn’t do a traditional Easter yesterday–we had Thai food instead of ham and deviled eggs and the only hat I wore was a Cubs baseball one when I went running later that night.  But I spent the day with my parents, walking around the city I love, laughing about old family stories and catching up on the details that don’t quite fit into phone conversations.  That, to me, is my Sunday best.