Unspoken Words

Not all love needs to be spoken

Saturday mornings and afternoons are to a kid what Friday nights are to adults — temporarily shedding the burdens of the weekday grind to let loose on the weekend (minus the alcohol of course). I remember waking up (the only morning I’d willingly get out of bed) to watch Saturday morning cartoons, eat my favorite bowl of cereal, then hurry to get dressed and go outside. I had to hurry because if I stayed…