I’m not one, typically, to wish you a happy (insert day of the week). But for September — for an entire month — I’ll make an exception. If you live where I live, August is the cruelest month, a time of desperation. Every year, it feels like August will never end. And while I know the heat won’t let up for weeks (months), I’m always happy to make it to September. It’s like seeing the first buds on the trees in spring.

In honor of my glee, I want to share a song (and dance, of sorts) my sweet friend Heather posted on Facebook yesterday. I’ve been really busy at work but I sat still and watched the whole thing — it was the perfect way to usher out the August blues.

Happy September.