Come Saturday Morning

When I drove up the driveway to my parent's house to visit last weekend, I could see my dad through the window turning on extra house lights. Duke, my dalmation love (see "I Wanna Be Loved Like That" from January) approached my car at panting speed to lead me to my usual parking spot. When mom came home, she opened the squeeky front door already yelling hello in her "I'm so happy you're home!" voice.
Dad, mom and I stayed up late watching the news, finding every open door to make a sarcastic comment to the newscasters on TV to make each other laugh, eating popcorn and drinking Diet Vanilla Cherry Pepsi (O.K.A. "Jazz" - try it, you'll be glad you did).

Saturday, mom and I made plans to hang out together until dad came home and we could watch a movie.
I'd gone out to take some pictures for Patrick, and when I came back in, mom was sitting on the couch crying as she looked something up on her laptop.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," she said. "I just remembered a song and began to sing it...but I can't remember all the words."
She fumbled around with the words a bit and whistled the tune, then sang in a tear-shaken voice,
"'I'm goin' away with my friend. We'll Saturday spend to the end of the day...We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles. Then we'll move on, but we will remember long after Saturday's gone.'
"That's you and me," she said, wiping tears with her t-shirt sleeve. "We have a whole Saturday ahead, and more ahead after today. Isn't that good?"


: ) Yes. It's very good.

Here's the full song:

Come Saturday morning
I'm going away with my friend
We'll Saturday spend to the end of the day
Just I and my friend
We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles
And then we'll move on, but
We will remember,
long after Saturday's gone.


Come Saturday morning
I'm going away with my friend
We'll Saturday laugh more than half of the day
Just I and my friend
Dressed up in our rings and our Saturday things
And then we'll move on, but
We will remember,
long after Saturday's gone.


Isn't love and friendship the realest, most beautiful thing? There's nothing else like it.