Different Friday Feelings
Friday morning arrived like any other, but something inside me had shifted. Beneath the calm of my usual routine, a quiet buzz of change hummed softly. “Nana, can I have banana pancakes?” Emma’s sweet request floated through the kitchen, mixing with the sizzling sound of breakfast on the stove. On the surface, everything looked normal, but inside, I savored the simmering promise of something new. Every familiar task carried a fresh sense of purpose, as if the day itself was waiting for what was to come.
Different Friday Feelings
Departure Daydreams
As I loaded the kids into the car, my mind drifted to the “what ifs”—a spontaneous day off or an unplanned getaway. “Jake, don’t forget your library book!” I reminded him, my voice steady but hiding quiet dreams of freedom. Each car ride followed the usual routine, yet my thoughts were traveling somewhere else entirely. The familiar morning chatter was almost soothing—a steady rhythm gently disrupted by my longing to take that unexpected leap.
Departure Daydreams
