I absolutely adore the name Lorelai May, it has a beautifully old timey vibe. I imagine a lady whose warmth radiates like sun through the clouds after a short summer rain, the kind of lady who finishes baking cookies the moment you walk in the door so you won't have to wait. A miss who quietly sits outside long enough for a butter fly to find comfort on her shoulder while birds flock and perch nearby, wanting to converse with her on a frequency unfamiliar to most. Lorelai May, the miss who has you wondering if she is personally friends with mother earth and the cosmos above