May is a month of promise here. The gardens come more alive. The golden light sparkles the morning dew. Bird song is quieter now, some only making their presence known by the rustle of wings meant to distract me as I near a hidden nest.

Some long ago May promises continue to unfold in beauty. Today, the 42 anniversary of one dear sister and her hubby; and next week, we’ll cheer the golden 50 years of our sweet sister and her man.

And then for us, we’ll celebrate our own precious hope in our daughter’s birth and life. I’ve been planning to re-do her baby book, but I don’t get very far. Each time I look back I’m caught up in her smiles as at the first and  smile in response andwonder at the promise of her life still to come.