I often wonder if heaven sent down it’s best women in 1974. Among my many friends, aged three to eighty-four, there seems to be an inordinate number born forty years ago. And they all (despite being so much younger than me) are strong, capable, intuitive role models for me and many others. Has anyone else noticed this amazing group of women? It’s uncanny.
But the 18th was all about Kit.
Who says a May Day party has to be on the first of May? Every day of this beautiful month calls for flower crowns, a Maypole and birthday cake.
My extra-cool corn huskers worked away while Xander entertained Darren and Hope.The girls occupied the counter while Darren was thrilled to be part of the big-boy table.
Hope is happy anywhere she’s eating.
After dinner, we took the bouquet right off the table, raided my flower beds and made May Day crowns.
When we came up with the idea for a Maypole, I thought only the little girls would dance. But with Kevin holding the pole (from our summer shade shelter) and Erik pulling out his first grade knowledge of Maypole dancing, “Over, under, over under, GO!” everyone joined in. Because that’s how it works– Mom’s ideas are always questionable, but if Dad dances, it’s cool.
Be warned, if you hold the Maypole, everyone will be tempted to tie you up at the end.
Kit with her miracles. If you’re a long time reader of this blog, you know a fair amount about Kit. Her eight years of infertility, five babies in a row, her amazing knitting skills, the way she loves my children like an aunt (and they love her right back). But you may not know of her deep faith, her devoted and conscientious mothering, her endless creativity and her ability to see me at my worst and still see the very best in me.
Hope may be the only person alive who loves chocolate cake as much as Kit.
At the end of the day, it’s worth holding a parade for all of you 1974s.
So maybe we will.