I love Saturdays. I love the feeling of relief after
When we were in college some of my siblings and I would often go dancing or out with friends on Friday nights. Saturday mornings we would all cram on mom and dad's bed and tell them stories about the date, outting, activity or dance the night before. I loved this feeling of piling on the bed and telling stories. It is a happy memory. I am grateful my parents took that time with us instead of shewing us out of the room. They learned a lot in those listening hours. So on day 17 of my grateful adventure this month, I am grateful for Saturday mornings and all the memories they stir.
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