fridays

fridays are always kinda hard. part of me is so glad it is the end of the week with
relax time ahead.. but part of me gets sad because i miss packing my hello kitty
bag , stuffing the car with goodies for mom and heading out early on saturday for our
weekend visit.
i loved the drive there...
springhill was always cooler... i can still smell the fresh mulch in her yard as i walked up to her
door... i can still hear her calling out "wait a minute.. i'm coming." we would hit Perkins
or Ihop .. Walmart... then dash through burger king ..just drive around and talk.
once we got home it was Lifetime movies... the juicy ones... and when the sun started to go
down i would make us a vegetarian dinner or order out... I can still hear that WHOOSH
of the living room curtains... when it got dark. i would look at her and say "ma where did the
day go?".... simple times but such precious times. what i would not give to pack my bag tonight.