Every year, June slaps me in the face...the year is half over and I cannot believe another year is racing by. And every June, I think--ah, the 22nd...I would have normally been agonizing over something sweet to buy you for a birthday present. (You were one of my favorite people to buy presents for--and I know you loved giving presents too!)
Yesterday and today, even though we are chaotically getting ready to go away on vacation for a week--my thoughts keep coming back to you and how I wish you were still around.
I often think of you at the strangest times--but most definitely in June and when nature is blossoming all over and the world looks so wondrous. Your love of nature hits me and I remember to stop and think of not only you--but what you taught me as well.
Happy Birthday, Grammie.