May is probably my favorite month of the year, although its bipolar nature can be frustrating. Is it winter or summer? Come on, Midwest. Yesterday the high was 46 degrees, and this week it's going to break 80.
May forces me to be more spontaneous. To jump at the opportunity to drop everything and drink rose on a balcony on a warm afternoon. To head outside for morning runs in the cool air with the birds and the dog walkers while the rest of the world is still sleeping. To get a jump start on the summer bucket list before life gets crazy, wedding season gets into full swing, and the weeks start to disappear.
Ben has three weeks left of school and is counting down the days, but I'm making an effort to slow down, appreciate the little things, and squeeze every minute out of this fleeting season.
