Here's to Friday

Cruising down a dirt road in my grandpa's old Chevy, or flying down some forgotten country lane with the windows down.

 Swimming holes, fishing poles and fruit roles.

 Late nights, trampolines and a sky full of stars.

 Red rocks, summer sun and sand in my sleeping bag.

 Blue skies, french fries and a pair of pretty blue eyes.

 T-shirts, jeans and smiles all around.

 Her hair tickling the summer breeze.

 Grass stains, granola bars and gatorade.

 Swimming pools, sports, campfires and marshmallows.

 Open windows, open hearts.

 Campfire tales, hot dogs and laughter.

 Fighting over sleeping spots in the tent, melty ice cream, chasing squirrels out of the trail mix.

Scout camp songs, country songs and made up songs mingle with the bird songs as they rise through the trees.

 Hikes and strolls, beautiful sunsets and someone to share them with.

Snow cone shacks, dance dates, full moons, doorsteps.

That's Friday to me.

Here's to getting lost and not caring so long as she's in the car

Here's to open roads and sunny trails

Here's to our last few months of living at home

Here's to pillow fights with siblings

Here's to Mom's special dinners

Here's to Parents putting up with missed curfews and dirty laundry

Here's to being a kid

Here's to Senior Prom

Here's to the best part of our lives so far

So here's to Fridays past and Fridays to come. 

Yeah Here's to Friday

So quite doing homework for a while and enjoy your last few Fridays as a kid