Thursday doesn’t receive a lot of fanfare. Like a wallflower amid a roomful of strangers, Thursday hangs back and lets the other days of the week shine. Monday’s the grump; Tuesday’s the go-getter; Wednesday’s the downhill slide; Friday’s the night owl; Saturday’s the party animal; Sunday’s the flower child. But Thursday? It’s little more than the day between Wednesday and Friday; if anything, it’s the day we’re crawling by our lips, hoping, praying we make it through. Just one more day. Just. One. More . . .
Yet on Thursday, May 16, 1929 Bing Crosby joined Paul “Pops” Whiteman and his Orchestra in a New York studio to record S’posin.’
They’re not the only ones to fall in love with the song, mind you. Dean, Sinatra, Perry Como, Doris Day–they all crooned their way through the lyrics.
Is it any wonder?
It’s such a sweet, little ditty–full of romance and innocence.
We mustn’t let it go to waste.
So pull the one you love into your arms and take a turn around the dance floor . . . even if it’s little more than the cheap linoleum of your kitchen. Add a hint of fancy . . . even if it’s little more than a glass of wine in your hand, pearls around your neck, typewriter keys at your fingertips, and a head full of dreams.
Because we could all use a little more romance in our lives. Because we can. Because it’s Thursday. And Thursdays are pretty special, too . . .