Wake Up and Smell...

When I was a little girl, next to December (obviously because of Christmas), June was my most favorite month of the year.  Now that I am NOT a little girl anymore, next to December, June is my most favorite month of the year.  So nothings changed right?

OHHHH NO!  LOL.  Everything has changed!

When I was a little girl, June was my favorite month because a) my BIRTHDAY is in June!  What kid doesn't love the month their birthday is in!!??  And b) school ended for 2 and half months in June!!!!!!  Ironically, NOW (this is unbelievable) June could be my least favorite month because a)  my BIRTHDAY is in June and b)  school ends for 2 and half months in June!!!!!!

Do ya GET it????  Ummmmm - let's see - little girl, birthday - presents!  Big girl, birthday - a YEAR OLDER.  Yeah - now do you get it?  Let's take it a step further.  Little girl, summer vacation!!!!!!  No school for months!  Big girl, summer vacation???  3 kids home for months????   Weepppppppppp.

Remember I said "could be my least favorite month"?  Actually, yes - those 2 reasons kind of bum me out - (YES, bad mother...go ahead, say it.  Then go talk to most of my "mother" friends!)  But I do love June, despite what I just pointed out to you.  Because there is one thing I love about June that I just can't wait for every year.  I am like a kid at Christmas.  It rivals waiting for the first peepers to start their "It's Spring" song.

Here's my dirty little secret.

Just like in the movie Same Time Next Year, I meet my love every June -  the smell of the wild roses.  My alibi?  Running or biking down the country roads of our little town.  THAT is what I ADORE about June.  I can't quite articulate how much I love that first scent of perfumed air.  I have been running and biking these roads for 47 years.  I know exactly which roads I will encounter my love.  It never fails me.

Last Wednesday was the day.  I jumped on my bike with my friend Robin and headed out in search of my rendezvous.  I casually wheeled through that one section of Roast Meat Hill Road (I know - can you believe that crazy name?) and there -- my love awaited.  I bound through the perfumed barrier, breathing in the scent I love so much.  I've waited so long.  It's so sweet.  It transports me back to somewhere that I cannot identify, just like it does every year.  It is a really good place.  I feel happy and carefree and wildly joyful.  I take that joy with me.  I carry it for hours.  And then I go back for more 2 days later.

I will continue to meet my secret love for the next week or two.  I will continue to catch joy each time we are together.  And then, once again, like every year, I am abandoned...sniff.  But I'll keep it in my heart that we will meet again at the Same Time Next Year.  If nothing else, there will always be that...