Friday nights –
arguably the best of the week.
A pivotal point between work and play.
The boys are STILL playing downstairs,
currently past bath time and past bedtime.
I hear voices of superheroes and firetrucks
and laughter I hope to hold onto forever.
I type upstairs, sitting in the dark at the kitchen table
listening to Zac Brown’s voice inside
and the wind bellowing outside.
I reflect on the week that ended and forecast the weekend ahead.
A snowstorm is brewing and I’m dancing – my snow dance, of course.
Maybe, just maybe, a day off is in our future.
Excited to sleep in,
excited to spend the day in PJs,
excited to see my boys’ faces when they
see mounds of fresh snow,
hugging limbs and branches.
Ready to read my snow book,
ready to build a snow fort,
and ready to soak up the moments
a snow day inevitably brings.