Saturdays~

Saturday. The day of the week that invoked such happiness when I was in grade school. In junior high, Friday was the day of the week I loved! Spend the night parties abounded, no homework!! Then came high school and Friday nights held the promise of football games, cheerleader parties, and dates! I couldn't wait to grow up, get married, and every night would be a Friday night! That was the only night I was allowed to stay up as late as I wanted!

I grew up, I got married and guess what? Friday night, Saturdays, they were just like Sunday through Thursday. It wasn't the same after the wedding. Until I began working full time, because I had a husband who thought I should work while he finished school! Then Saturdays became sacred days of bliss.

When our daughters were older I turned Saturdays into days they'd probably like to forget. Saturdays became the day we had to get up, get dressed, get those sheets OFF the bed and in the washer by 8:30, clean the house, buy the groceries, weed the flower beds, and so on and so on. Bless their hearts, I've since made my apologies to them and now they sleep until they have to get up and they don't weed flower beds!

Once Johnny and I became empty nesters, I realized that not cleaning on Saturdays or changing the bed linens didn't cause the sun to fall out of the sky! Wow, look what I'd been missing! You could actually sleep past 8 am and no one cared! Well, okay, it did take my family time to get used to the new me. And since the accident, there are times when I literally fall in and out of bed all. day. long. Johnny will wander in every hour or so to make sure I'm still breathing.

I like to think my body is making up for those nights I just didn't go to bed. Grading papers, cleaning the house, rearranging the house, decorating for a holiday, you name it, I stayed up for it. It all had to be perfect. The girls and I have spent time remembering some of those times and how we do/or don't do those things anymore. I am so blessed to have daughters that know my faults, forgive my mistakes, and love me dearly for being an imperfect but loving parent.

Saturdays are days where I especially remember my girls and pray that they are having fun, that they are NOT cleaning house, that they are enjoying their families, and sleeping on sheets that will get washed another day. Stacey, Leslie, and Jenny~I love you so much. Happy Saturday~

PS~Can ANYONE tell me why there is spacing in the first paragraph and NOT in the others!! I've edited and re-edited and it's driving me crazy!! And advice would be much appreciated!