My favorite day once upon a time was Friday, only because it meant a two day reprieve from a classroom.
As I edged closer to leaving the once dreaded classroom and scarred wooden desk, I slowly moved forward claiming Saturday as the really best day of my week.
That happened when I discovered the male sex and the enticement of Saturday night dances that seeming all of New York Catholic young adults attended. The music was contagious and provided an adventure as well as the always welcome opportunity to make new friends
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Later in life after my Prince had arrived, and life had moved far from the city streets, once again I chose a favorite day. This time it was Sunday when my husband and I leisurely shared pancakes with a beautiful new daughter, and rejoiced in the miracle of sharing life together.
In the years that followed and our daughter now had three younger brothers, my favorite day moved back to Friday.
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That was the gala evening when all six of us climbed into a weathered red station wagon and traveled to the local pizzeria where we laughed and feasted.
Then as Time seemed to again move faster, Sunday returned once again as my favorite day of the week. It had become the only time our now grown family of six gathered together for dinner,
But as the sands of time shifted, that, too, ended. My favorite day became any day one of our now far flung clan visited.
All those lovely days now live only in memory, and my favorite day of the week is everyday I awake.
It is when I give thanks for being allowed another opportunity for a new and totally unexpected adventure on this tumultuous journey of life.
