It's the beginning of a new month. My favorite month, actually. My birthday is in May, Mother's Day is in May, and my middle name is May. I feel like May is when we can officially say goodbye to the long Indiana winter, & hello to green grass & bright colored flowers. It's also May Day. I actually don't even know what the official definition of May Day is, but I have great memories of it from my childhood. Somehow, my best friend--Aaron-- and I were told that May 1 was a day when you left flowers on someone's doorstep. So, year after year we would steal tulips from his mom's garden in the back of his house, run around to the front, leave them on the front step, ring the door bell and run away. We waited around the corner to watch his mom answer the door, finding no one, but being elated to see her stolen tulips lying there. We then repeated it 3 houses down with my parents. EVERY time, my mom responded with the same great joy. EVERY time, she acted as if she had NO idea who would have dropped those at her doorstep. And EVERY year, on May 1, I call her to tell her I'm thinking of her and Aaron.