sometimes that you were a kid, on a Friday, in the summertime, eating popsicles, playing the day away.  No worries, no responsibilities, no thought about tomorrow – just that it is a beautiful day with blue skies and warm sun.   Mama and Daddy and brother are with me.  Playing until  exhausted and then sleeping  with arms and legs in a tangle with blankets and stuffed animals.  And then, waking up happy and rested and excited because there is still day…and more time to play.

I do.