I’m not sure how it started exactly.  I was a million months pregnant and had a screaming toddler in the car.  I gave in.  We cruised through the drive-thru and I ordered.  She quieted and I could think again.  It became our tradition. On Fridays, we would stop.  The same man handed over our treats with an obnoxiously cheery smile for so early in the morning.  It gave us the little pep in our step we had been lacking as the mornings grew darker and darker.

HAPPY FRIDAY!  SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.  

We sailed through the fall and little man joined our family.  Maternity leave proved to be difficult getting to our favorite Friday Guy.  We just recently went back to visiting him.

HAPPY FRIDAY!  SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

As she takes the chocolate munchkin from my hand she shouts to our old friend:

HAPPY FRIDAY TO ME!

He giggles and and says he missed her smile.  He notes the addition in the car seat next to her and hands me an extra donut on the house for a hard working mama.  I smile and drive off thinking, I hope it is a happy Friday indeed.  

I am writing for the Two Writing Teachers March Writing Challenge