Friday night, end of the work week,
date night with dinner and movies
out, or a party at some club.
Then pizza and movie night
as the kids grew up, the beginning
of family time. We’d watch the kids play
sports and have BBQ’s with friends.
We’d visibly shed the week when we
walked in the door on Friday afternoons.
Friday nights have changed again.
It’s the night I cook dinner at home
or have friends over; restaurants
are too crowded and I’d rather stay in.
We’ll have a sip of wine, cuddle on the couch,
laugh at the dog who vies for our attention,
watch a show, and still celebrate family
in a way that suits us now.