I love you. I love the promise your morning holds and how coffee seems to somehow brew up just a little better for you than it does the rest of the weekdays. I love the way you make me feel like a two hour lunch isn't really that inappropriate. I love how your afternoons just fly by and suddenly it's 4:34 and the end is in sight. I love how often my colleagues are gone on your day. It's calming and refreshing. I love how I feel like I can wear just about anything on your day, including a super cute little cotton dress and the aforereferenced Flinstone shoes and feel A-OK with that decision.
I really love your evenings which, for me, are usually free and clear. No events, no rush to be anywhere, nothing but a few hours of open expanse, a yummy little meal and, if i'm lucky, you've arranged for there to be a red envelope in my mailbox when I get home.
I love how plucky you are, all "C'mon, get happy!" and "Screw it....that can wait until Monday." (Poor Monday)
I really appreciate everything you do for me Friday and I just wanted to take a moment to say thanks and that I think you're REALLY swell!