It’s May 1st, little sweetheart.
I remember when I was a little boy that we used to celebrate May Day in elementary school by making little baskets, cutting strips of colored construction paper and then weaving and taping them together, finishing with a little handle at the top. Then, on the walk home, gathering flowers - honestly, probably dandelions, mostly - filling the basket and then hanging it on the front doorknob of the house for our mothers.
How I’d like to do that with you and for you, little sweetheart. I’m thinking of you on this day and every day.
With all my love forever.
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