Remembering Our Nana

This morning I realized it was "May Day" May 1st. My Nana, who passed away when i was 15, suddenly came into my mind because her birthday was May 1. She would always tell us stories about how May Day used to be celebrated when she was young. Picnics and music and games and my favorite was when she would describe the weaving of the may pole. Zhoee helped me cut some of our tulips and we took them to her head stone to remember her.
We love you and miss you, Nana

My mom isn't crying, she's laughing at something goofy Zhoee is doing.
Notice Bossy's hole in his sock, his big toe sticking right through!! How did he manage that? He's only been walking for a week.