May brings the days we live for in northern Vermont. Long afternoons to get outside, all of us, and even in the slanted sunlight we rejoice for this freedom. Winter, almost a distant memory as temps rise, and all around buds green and flowers red. Oh Lady Spring, thank you for all the gifts.

Gifts beyond the epic weather, and the yellow flowers. The strength in my limbs while I run the loops here and there, my shadow a reminder of this present. Sometimes I run with buddies and we chat the distance away, other times alone pounding with my beats, or lately copying the trend my daughter started, we phone as we run. I can hear as she ascends a hill and she in turn is aware of those I tackle. Sons too. Running is a family game we all love to play. Windy days, rainy ones even, but now the sweet Spring calls out in long stretches when all seems so simple and easy.

There have always been joys in motherhood for me. From the first days to this day I have found myself through my three. Relearning play, from the backyard games played in the grass to the dinner banter tossed around the table, they kept me young and ever curious. Still, they encourage me up rough terrain and help me down. They are ready to hold up a glass, and remember way back when, while all the time we peer into a future of possibility and much more living. This family is more than anything I dreamt in my best dream.

Now, I’m not saying this life has all been roses and champagne and sunset cruises. Not at all…in fact,

I guess what I’m trying to say is, with love and gratitude, “I’se still climbin’” (Hughes), and these May days, I’m smiling all day.

** thank you Langston Hughes for helping to write what I wanted with some of that eloquence that is all you