To our immediate left lived an older couple who often had Oreos and other sweet treats for us when we would come visit. Just beyond them lived a pediatrician and his wife. As time passed, we would soon babysit for their children.
When May Day would arrive, we would wrap our blooming stems, lay them gently on our neighbors' doorsteps, gingerly ring the doorbell and then quickly run to hide. The pleasure of our May Day surprise occurring as we watched our friends look for the 'givers' of the spring blooms. We would giggle and be light-footed the entire day as two little blonde cherubs up to mischievous good. I still remember the pure joy of those May mornings.
I spent hours today staring at a computer screen answering inane questions for a federal grant. (One of us is seriously lacking in something - either me or the feds- as it seems to me I am answering the same question over and over again - and yet trying to make it different.) During my fourth hour of deliberate but needed monotony, a faint knock rattled by office door.
It was May Day.
Except, instead of running off, my spring cherubs sauntered into my office bringing me the beautiful pink flowers pictured above. A colleague, her niece and her one-of-a-kind sassy brown-eyed daughter offered me a bouquet and a hug.
Administrators don't cry - but mammas do.
I received hugs and warmth and light from four wonderful ladies today (the flowers are from this Sassy Cherub's grandmother!)
"Whut. - that all you got?
Next time, stud,
bring a whole truck load."
There's not too many gifts better than a little girl's hug.
Thank you, Miss Sutton, and tell all the girls in your family how much they mean to me!