Today I could write about how we had a fabulous, fabulous time at the little's first birthday party this weekend. I could tell you about the tasty food my family (and Costco) helped me prepare, like the Black Bean, Corn, and Rice salad (with help from this recipe here) or the Pasta Salad with the fabulous Newman's Own dressing or the loaves and loaves of bread my friend brought for make-your-own sandwiches, or the awesome awesome guacamole my mom made, or the crowning jewel, the apple carrot "cupcakes" (muffins) I made peanut, dairy, and oil free with the recipe from Bob's Red Mill...
I could tell you about the new bikes, bike helmets, and beautiful beautiful quilt my mom made for Dallas' first birthday. But instead, I'd like to remind all of you (who in all likelihood need no reminding) that today is Memorial Day. There's a reason people are pushing to have the day moved to the middle of the week, so it's not just a day about bbqs and homemade ice cream and the first day at the beach (for the brave ones on either coast). It's to remember. To be grateful. Grateful to our veterans, the families of the veterans, the wounded, the weary, the deceased, the active, and the families of all these who sacrifice day in and day out. Many of you understand in an intimate way these sacrifices as some of the sacrifices are similar to those in the LEO life. But we will never truly know until we walk in those shoes, which truly can never happen.
Instead we can be grateful. Grateful that we can speak badly about politicians and those in office, doing their best (or not) to lead us. Grateful that we can read the Bible or the Qu'ran or the Book of Mormon or attend "The Church of the Inner Spring" (as in bedspring) on a Sunday morning. We have so much choice, and so much freedom, and it was bought and paid for with a price. At times, a very, very high price.
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