First of all, this picture of J-Tim cracks me up every time.
This post is my love letter to the month of May, in the form of terrible poetry. And that's saying a lot because it's only been a week.
I love you so incredibly, let me count the ways.
I love you for your perfect breeze
while running under gorgeous trees
which serve as the background
for moments I want to freeze.
I love you for the inviting light
as the day turns into night
begging us to dine outside-
as if I'd actually put up a fight.
I love you for the way
you make us stay all day
for my house is so much cleaner
when it's outside that we play.
I love you for all the things to do
Run here, go there, wear good shoes
Spending time with friends, and knowing
I have the best ones, takes away the blues