The Last May Holiday

Today is the last of the four May holidays here in France.

It's also a holiday for all of you in the States, so happy Memorial Day. I've learned more about the two World Wars since living in France, surrounded by living memorials, the past always playing a role in the psyche of the present.
Today, and every day, I am grateful, respectful and in awe of the men and women who sacrifice their safety, comfort, dreams and lives so that I can have and enjoy all of the above.

On another note, much more frivolous, today marks exactly 19 years since I met P-Daddy.
Back then he was just a tanned blue-eyed guy holding a cold tallboy, sitting on the wooden steps of a pier on Lake Travis. I was dating someone else, he was returning to Austin to 'retire' and take some post-grad classes at UT; French, Art History, English Lit. Romantic and irresistible.

I don't want to overstate this, but it was definitely something real close to love at first sight, even though it took some time for it to work itself out.

So far, so good. Wednesday marks our 14th anniversary. This week will be full of love and peonies.
At least it better.

I hope you're enjoying this day off, whether it's the 4th or the 1st one you've had this month.

Here's to gratitude, love, sunshine, lakes, beaches, pools, and remembering.
Oh, and tallboys.