I can't stop looking at this May Day photo of Henry and his Friend Emma (friend is capitalized so that the world knows she is not his Girlfriend). They had just made those flower wreaths at a May Day party a few days ago. Evidently, my son was game and actually made his own. There's something about how sweet and joyful they look that makes me happy, too. How in the world did we get so fortunate to have these beautiful creatures grace our world?