When I see an American flag….I see family.
I see my family. I see other families. I see our big mixing pot of Americans. One big (sometimes highly dysfunctional) and passionate family. And I see the sacrifice so many families have made for our lives here. So many men and women, children and mothers and fathers and grandparents, they give of themselves….they give their most precious time, endless energy and tireless effort….they give their lives. just so I can hum hymns to my unborn baby without fear. so my son can sit on the floor with his grandparents and play and laugh and enjoy one another. just so we can have freedom, hope and the ability to worship.
My heart goes out to anyone – man, woman or child – that is remembering a lost loved one today. To the military families out there – I thank you for your daily sacrifice. My family thanks you. You are our heros. You are remembered. Your family is flying proudly with our flag today.
We hung a flag at our old house….and when we moved, I had to bring it with me. No flag left behind. We left the bracket though. My goal was to have a flag up at this new house by last Memorial Day….obviously with all my other slacking that got thrown in with the mix.
This year – dubbed by me as Year of Git Er Done – we have it flying high. Consider yourself here. We are celebrating the lives of our fellow Americans.
Hope you are able to enjoy your long weekend too.
p.s. At our first appointment (12 weeks) the doctor said he thought it was a boy but “he wouldn’t put money on it” – and I figured we get that confirmation at this past Thursdays appointment. Unfortunately, the baby wasn’t in the right position to see (I blame a very full bladder) – so we have to wait four more weeks till we get the chance to see the private bits again. And then we’ll start picking out names. And think about nurseries. And start imagining life with a baby brother or sister.
p.p.s. I wasn’t disappointed – how can I be when I get to see that little heartbeat again?! just impatient. I’m so ready to name the little stinker.
p.p.p.s. This baby is like the Karate Kid. Kicking up a storm. I should just call him Daniel son 🙂