mayday...mayday...

I deliberately stayed awake until after midnight (under the helpful influence of Dr. Pepper) to compose this celebratory post with the sole purpose of welcoming the FIRST DAY OF MAY!

The first day of the year, week, and month so invigorates me. Like a fresh canvas, ready for the watercolor impressionist painting which is our lives (on some days, mine more closely resembles a Picasso knockoff, or worse - one of those awful Mexican-bullfighter-on-velvet numbers). But the fresh, unwritten, first day of a brand new month. And the month that contains my birthday, warmer days, blooming flowers, and promises of summer bliss...May is such a gorgeous month. When I was a little girl, our elementary school celebrated the first day of May by having a giant festive Maypole dance, where children held colorful ribbons attached to the very top of a long Maypole, and weaved in and out to music until a pastel tapestry of ribbons was woven together. It was so sweet, so simple, and so innocent. Such a fitting way to welcome this most delightful of months into being. I feel my heart smiling at the mere recall of this childhood memory...

Let us never forget to celebrate our days like the special gifts they are, and fill each fresh, blank canvas with purposeful, meaningful memories.

Welcome MAY!