I love Saturdays. The feeling of a Saturday is different than any other day. It's a free day. No necessary commitments. No schedule. No rules. Happy Day.
When I was a kid, Saturdays always started with laughter that woke me up. These were the sounds of my mom, grandma and aunties in the kitchen and dining room drinking coffee while preparing breakfast and gossiping. No longer able to sleep with the intermittent laughter of the ladies, I notice the smell of bacon. Mmmmm... There's no way I'm missing breakfast. Excited about the commotion the aunties have made I would hurry to dress and join them and as I reach the kitchen and dining room the bright lights of Saturday morning blind me. It's a beautiful day. Happy Day.
This morning, there's no sound of laughing aunties, no smell of bacon (yet). Yet, I still feel the Saturday feeling I've felt since I was a kid -the feeling of freedom. It's a beautiful day. Happy Day.
