Nothing like posting almost 2 weeks after the fact. BUT, it was a good day. I think worthy of a post twelve days late.
Every time a holiday that seems to be somewhat centered on war and defense comes around, I am always conflicted. Donald and I discussed this quite a bit this year, and I feel no less conflicted (unfor. – I wish I would have come out of our discussion with answers to all of life’s scenarios that pull on your heart and soul). I am ever thankful that men and women are/were inspired to be a part of something that is larger than themselves. And not even knowing my family, they sign up – for whatever reason – to protect those of whom they’ll never lay eyes on. That is courageous and brave. I am grateful. I know I take for granted many of the freedoms that I am given simply by being born in this country. However, I know that war must grieve the heart of the Lord. That seeing lives taken over such circumstances is horrific. I am thus torn. Memorial Day is a kettle of unsettled feelings for me.
BUT, we did have fun day with Donald off, Grandparents having pools, Grandparents’ neighbors having horses, and Dallas providing the Orchestra and fireworks!
(she made her momma proud, she wasn’t scared of the horses at all!)