Friday afternoon, we love you. Because we all come home, attitudes and bruised knees and frustrations and all. We come together a little beat up, a little sore and tired from the grind of the week. We fling all our mess and needs at each other with little thought or care. Our edges are rough, sometimes softened a little by a moment together, a kinder word than was deserved, a meal-- with everyone around. It's not the place where we shine our best and brightest, but it is our haven, our place of humbling and mercifully, rest.