My mom sent this book, which I have very fond memories of from when I was a child. But it really does explain a lot about my worldview and outlook on things. Oh also, my grandmother’s name was Juanita.

It just makes me wonder what the lessons are that we are supposed to learn from this story…

When I was growing up, we made May Baskets every year and delivered them to friends first thing in the morning. It’s a spring tradition in many northern states, especially Iowa where I lived. We will fill up these May baskets with little “happies” like leftover Halloween candy or some stickers. It doesn’t matter what you put in the May Baskets, but when you deliver them you have to take care not to get caught or you get kissed! (Although in quarantine you’ll have to settle for an air kiss.)

I folded laundry today and spent two hours with screaming children getting groceries. Good times.