It doesn't seem like that long ago when I thought my social existance (or serious lack thereof) would be reduced to extinction if I had to spend a Saturday evening at home with the family. Now I can think of no better way to spend that coveted night than out on the lawn with my family on a warm evening as the sun goes down. My days are numbered before it's going to be my own daughter rolling her eyes at the thought of spending a Saturday night at home. I'll have to brace myself for the feelings of betrayal when she chooses a movie with friends over a night of Monopoly and Red Vines with the fam because I know that someday she'll realize, just like I did, that friends really do come and go but it's your family that will always be there for you. Until then, I think I'll just fold up this little memory and stick it in my pocket and take as many weekends like this that I can get.