There once was a boy who was born on May Day. He sang to his mama with the sweetest coos
and stared deep into her soul with the most piercing and alert gaze a newborn
ever mustered. She traced his perfect
profile and watched his fingers curl around hers, “Forever my May Day Babe,”
the mama whispered. And she went to bed
with a magic smile.
Soon the boy grew into his rock star hair and he smiled his tiny
dimpled grin, which made the hearts of his mama and daddy-o flutter. Frog-legged kicks turned into knees on
carpet, and away the boy went… crawling toward adventure and leading, then
following, his brother, in a way that the two of them have done since before we
ever had the privilege of meeting them.
"Forever my loving, exploratory May Day babe," the mama thought.
"Forever my loving, exploratory May Day babe," the mama thought.
The boy was always so curious and so eager for the next
great scene, so he climbed to the tops of chairs and shelves to see the world
afar. He liked what he saw, so he
climbed higher and soon, he scaled fences and taught his brothers his climbing
tricks.
The boy stretched taller and taller and his words and
thoughts became bigger and deeper. He
ran toward adventure – things that go fast, things that roar and soar. He asked curious questions and made funny,
yet truthful, observations about life.
“Forever
my observant and precocious May Day Babe,” the mama said.
And this weekend, after five good years have filled the span
of time between his May Day birth, and now… he has given us endless happy moments
and enough love to fuel us for eternity.
We will recount the details from the day he was born and thank our lucky
stars that he came to be and that he is ours to love. And after we observe him a little bit more
closely than most days, and make ourselves sentimentally aware of all the ways
in which he has grown and makes us proud; we’ll probably run off in search of
more adventure.
Happy Fifth Birthday to our one and only May Day babe, Dax.
We love you, FOREVER!
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