Last night in my dreams, we vacationed, my cousins and I. Haley, Heidi, Maggie, Cody, and Blake, they were all going to be there; my brother, apparently, opted out–or perhaps time travel had yet to reach Sweden. Packing my bags, I remember thinking how lucky we were to travel to a place where grandpa still lived. I couldn’t wait to hear his voice and see his face; I couldn’t wait to wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek. I would tell him I loved him a thousand times, and never leave his side–not for one second. No doubt we all felt the same.
But a funny thing, once arrived we carried on as usual. Us girls primped far too long–Haley curling and straightening our hair within an inch of its life–the boys off, looking for adventure. When the girls and I finally emerged, my grandpa sat on a bench, waiting. We suggested lunch or shopping. He smiled and waved us off. We’ll do something later, he said. You go on, explore, have fun while you’re still young.
He didn’t have to tell us twice.
But I guess that’s just life, isn’t it? It’s not that we don’t think about our loved ones, or want to spend time with them, we simply haven’t the time to do it all. Despite the fact we know–we know–it won’t last forever, other things manage to sneak in and take precedence.
Perhaps that’s why I love May Day as I do. It’s a quiet little holiday that arrives without pomp and circumstance. Yet it offers a reason, quite out of the blue, to let loved ones know you’re thinking of them.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some doors to decorate at ‘the home.’
With that, a happy first day of May to you, my friends!