Every Friday carries its own little rhythm, but around here, Fridays mean something specialâPizza Crust Friday, or PCF for short. What started as a silly little tradition turned into a heartfelt ritual, one that no one in our circle dares to skip. It isnât just about pizza; itâs about love, loyalty, and sharing a simple slice of joy with those who matter most.
The rule is simple: no matter where you are, no matter what the week has thrown your way, you make sure to save those last golden bites of crust for the ones you love. Some say itâs the best part of the pizza, others claim itâs just a crunchy afterthoughtâbut in our house, that crust means connection. Itâs a symbol of remembering the ones who wait for you, tails wagging or smiles beaming, when you walk through the door.
This Friday was no different. Date night was planned, the city lights were glowing, and the smell of melted cheese filled the air. But even with all the fun and romance, there was no forgetting who was waiting at home. A pizza box was packed tight, carefully sealed, and carried through the streets like a treasure chest. Because PCF isnât complete unless Chooch gets his slice of the happiness too.
When the door opens and those eager eyes light up, the whole week melts away. A crust passed down, a tail thumping in gratitude, and laughter spilling into the nightâitâs the little things that remind us that joy doesnât need to be grand. It can be as simple as crispy bread shared with someone who loves you unconditionally.
So hereâs to PCF, a tradition stitched with laughter, family, and togetherness. May every crust remind us to hold on to the ones we love and to never let life get so busy that we forget to share a piece of our happiness. đâ¤ď¸
