Saturdays

I have so many memories from when we lived on Forest Hill Avenue. I loved our playroom on the sun porch, the big closet in the kitchen and my room with purple shag rug, wall paper with little purple flowers and my white (with gold accent!) furniture. I loved my desk and bookcase the most!
What was so much fun were Saturdays; especially the mornings. Brendan and I were allowed to wake up early, get cereal and watch cartoons from 7 until 11 in our pajamas. Once Saturday morning bowling started, we knew it was over 🙂 We helped mum polish the furniture. She would open the windows and set up records on the big, wood stereo in the dining room. Barry Manilow was always a definite. Mum would clean the kitchen and at some point grocery shopping would be done. During the unpacking, Mum, Brendan and I would always sneak a slice of pepperoni and a slice of provolone. Dad would putter around, vacuum and listen to an Irish music station. I remember him doing yard work, too.
I know things were not always easy and you both were working hard at home and school; and dad working 2 jobs. I have so many happy memories from that time. We never, ever wanted for a thing. Every holiday was special, friends, swimming lessons, horseback riding, and parties. You made sure we were safe, happy and enjoyed our childhoods. Mum, thank you for being home and making our house beautiful and safe. Dad, thank you for working so tirelessly at your jobs but always having time for us!