Is there anything better than a sunny, warm Saturday afternoon watching your eight year old play third base? Sitting in the bleachers, the sun at your back, a breeze in the air while your kid catches the ball and tags the base like he has been playing this game his whole life. The roar of the crowd and the overwhelming pride that consumes you as he slides into home, the ump calling him safe as he trots back to the dugout with the biggest smile you have ever seen.
Is there anything better than walking through the park with your daughter's sticky hand in yours as she tells you you are the best mama ever?
Is there anything better than an early Saturday dinner eating pizza and wings at your favorite family hangout (Ball Park Pizza at 75th Avenue and Thunderbird, deeeeeelish!) while your husband yells at the TV in hopes the college basketball players can hear him and will take his advice.
Is there anything better than a Saturday evening, driving home with the windows down and the radio on and the kids laughing and giggling in the back. Is there anything better than your husband taking your hand and kissing it as you share a smile over the day you have had and the family your love has created.
Is there anything better than a Saturday night, snuggling in front of movie, sharing a bowl of popcorn and putting the kids to bed a little early?
Is there anything better than a Saturday?