This post is a part of ChicagoNow's monthly Blogapalooza Hour. The writers at ChicagoNow are given a topic and one hour to write. This month's topic is to: Write a love letter, but it can't be to a person.
Dear Saturday Morning,
I have loved you for as long as I can remember.
From the moment my footie pajama'd feet could creep down the stairs to watch my favorite cartoons before everyone woke up, I knew you were the one for me. Just thinking about you now gets me giddier than a tween at a One Direction concert. I am smitten, and I just want to tell you how much I truly love you.
You are just filled with nothing but potential and possibilities. When I wake up with you, it is like the day is ours. It doesn't matter what the plans are for the day, or if there are no plans for the day, it is like nothing is in our way. If we want to go for a run, or out to breakfast we can, or start a large project, we can. Sometimes we take the kids out for doughnuts after soccer practice, or browse around Home Depot with Mr. South of I-80, or even just laze about. It doesn't matter though. You are the perfect start to my weekend.
We have so many great memories together. Remember when we were young and we would watch hours of Saved by the Bell or read Judy Blume books? I also loved that you were with me for all of my long runs? Whether it be training for a race or just running with Dad watching the sunrise often kept me going. How about the time I was really into Super Nintendo, and we came so close to beating Super Metroid. Do you remember the time in college we spent almost a whole semester in the library trying get through finance? You were always there for our family road trips growing up. In fact, you have been a part of some of my favorite memories. Like when we were together before Brian and I's wedding, when I had a few moments of peace before the start of the day. I also loved that you were a part of each my children's births and Baptisms.
You're so spontaneous. Sometimes we have a plan, sometimes we don't. It's ok. We always have fun together.
I love that you're always there for me. Even when I am at my worst, or I am not feeling well, I can always count on you to be there. Sometimes, when I am having a terrible week, I know that you will be waiting for me, and that helps me get through.
You don't judge me. There have been more than a few times I have slept in on you, and not once were you angry or resentful. You knew that sometimes I need rest. Like the nights I stayed up too late in high school or college. The time after I had surgery or the times I have been up for nights on end with newborns or sick kids. The other days of the week are not nearly as forgiving as you. In fact, there have been times, we haven't gotten to see each other for very long, or not at all. It doesn't matter, you come back without being catty about it.
Saturday Morning, I don't know what I would do without you. I am so glad to have you in my life. I hope we have so many more memories together.
P.S. You also make the best food. Hands down!
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