It's Gonna Be May

First of all, this picture of J-Tim  cracks me up every time.

This post is my love letter to the month of May, in the form of terrible poetry. And that's saying a lot because it's only been a week.

Dear May,

I love you so incredibly, let me count the ways.

I love you for your perfect breeze 

while running under gorgeous trees 

which serve as the background 

for moments I want to freeze.  

I love you for the inviting light 

as the day turns into night 

begging us to dine outside- 

as if I'd actually put up a fight.

I love you for the way 

you make us stay all day 

for my house is so much cleaner 

when it's outside that we play.

 

I love you for all the things to do

Run here, go there, wear good shoes

Spending time with friends, and knowing

I have the best ones, takes away the blues