I think I’ve mentioned before that my family loves to get together and celebrate. Frequently, we have nothing special to celebrate, but we just like to get together, laugh and eat good food. However, on Sunday we had many reasons to celebrate: it was the first time the whole family had been together since Christmas, my daughter had returned from 5 1/2 months in Africa; we’ve officially welcomed daughter’s boyfriend into the family, my oldest son and his girlfriend had returned from an interesting vacation to the hot midwest, my youngest son had his first accident in the car and neither people nor property (except a few cinder blocks) were hurt; Yes!Chef! was starting a new job and I had just landed a great magazine photo shoot. Yes, those were all good reasons to celebrate. But, mostly we just all wanted to get together.
Memorial Day! A day to remember and thank God for those who gave the ultimate sacrifice to protect my freedom. A day to celebrate. My dad and my grandfathers and my husband’s father all served in the armed services. Thankfully, none of them gave their lives, although my grandfather’s ship was hit by a Kamikaze plane and many men died. They served and were proud of their service. They have all passed away now and I remember them and their bravery on this day.