“Summertime sunshine barefoot in the moonlight” makes me wanna find an open field and dance right-round until the sun goes down. The swoon-worthy lyrics to Eric Paslay’s Friday Night ring ever-so-true in the summa time.
My favorite sound bite comes in the chorus, “I wanna be – wanna be – your Friday night.” Friday night is freedom and good times and a whole lot of weekend just around the corner. And to be the person that gives someone a Friday night feeling? Simply the best.
Okay, revision: I’d rather give someone the “make-it-through Monday” feeling than the “feel-good Friday” vibe. I’m all about providing good times, but it’s even better being the person that saves someone (with a joke or a kiss or a just-baked cookie) when the moment isn’t so perfect.
All thoughts about Friday-night feelings and Monday-morning emotions are courtesy of my Saturday morning run. Oh the things you can think (tongue twister) while you’re run-run-running to country music.
Caity is visiting from Phoenix, and so I scheduled a sister-cation while our men (unfortunately) worked. The trip was part of a sneaky plan to make Caiters fall in love with (and move to) the Midwest.
Jon is planning a road-trip to Maine for my birthday (September 26), and so the Door County trip doubled as practice for traveling with Max. Some might think a long-drive with an itsy-babe sounds nuts, but we’re too excited about the fall colors to worry about a thang.