Ah I used to love Fridays!
It meant the weekend was here and I would have a couple of days off work to relax or finish home-type chores.
But now that I am home all the time, Friday is just another day.
But I do have Friday Letters.
Dear Darian: Happy 16th Birthday! I cannot believe it. I remember my 16th birthday and I was starting to feel so grown up. I couldn't hardly wait to turn 18 and leave home. Just don't be in a big hurry. Okay? Home isn't such a bad place to be. And besides I would miss you so much.
Dear Harley: Finally!!! The last ballgame of the season and your team pulled out a win. 30-9. Not too shabby. Aren't you looking forward to a break now before track starts? I know that I am.
Dear Richard: I hate that you aren't feeling so good again. I hope it is just that infected toe. But today when you said to me, 'I think I only have a couple of weeks left,' I can tell you that it hit me in the heart. Bigtime! I know that I am not yet ready. But, then will I ever be? I love you!
Dear Paige: I am so, so sorry that you had to give your cats away! I know that you are hurting in your heart tonight. But someday I also know that you will fill your house and yard with lots of dogs, cats, and horses. You are such an animal lover. So kind and tender-hearted! I will give you an extra long hug when you get here this weekend.
Dear Weather: Believe me, winter, when I tell you that I won't miss you one little bit when you finally decide to leave.