Some years ago, I made pizza for dinner on a Friday night. This began a tradition. Almost every single Friday since then, we have had pizza for dinner on Friday nights. Not really sure how or why this began. It was just something my girls have come to like and count on. As unpredictable as life can be, this was and remains something they can rely on. It isn’t always the same kind of pizza. Mostly frozen, but the brand name will change. A few times it was homemade. And, very rarely, takeout! So, as this Friday night comes to an end, Happy Pizza Day!