Good grief three day weekends go by crazy-fast!!! We started out the weekend with a swim meet…which for any of you veteran swim families out there…nothing like getting up at the crack of dawn with all your gear (tent, chairs, coolers etc.) and waiting hours for your kiddo to swim all of 20 seconds. Good times. The best.
I digress…as I was saying three day weekends really do fly by. We started off with a swim meet. Later that night we had friends over for pizza (which happen to be the same compadres that sweat it out with us at swim meets), sleep over that night with my son’s friend. Following day did a three mile walk with hubby, fed the little squirts health food (pizza rolls, chicken nuggets and french fries …my son and his sleep-over friend loved it…I got to clean out my freezer). Managed to squeeze in a load of laundry, run to the grocery, make a dessert to take to the freakishly awesome crawfish boil we were headed to that night…and got a shower in! And that brings me to today…
…Today is Memorial Day
Some good friends of ours, the husband, is an Iraq war veteran. We, my husband, son and myself, tagged along with our friends to a veterans cemetery to pay respects to a fallen soldier, killed in battle, who served alongside our friend. There is nothing more sobering or more humbling than to see hundreds, upon hundreds, upon hundreds of rows of little American flags and to realize that each flag represents a fallen soldier. Many of these men and women were killed during war. There are also many who died from natural causes or possibly disease and chose their final resting place amongst their comrades. However their end came, all these men and women share a common bond…the bond of knowing what it means to take up a weapon and defend.
It’s pretty remarkable to live somewhere that affords us the freedom to go to church, speak our mind, go to college, live where we want, buy what we want, etc. There is a great deal of noise that tends to “muddle” that fact…politics, human rights, crime, the economy…the list is truly endless. However, today, for me and my family, the visit with our friend was a reminder. A reminder of the price that has been paid & it is a reminder for which I’m most grateful.
For all the men and women who have served this nation; for all the parents, spouses, kids, aunts and uncles who’ve waited for their loved ones to return home; and especially for all the families who’s loved ones returned home to touch the face of God…
“May the LORD bless you and keep you; May the LORD make His face shine on you, And be gracious to you; May the LORD lift up His countenance on you, And give you peace.” (Numbers 6:24-26 NASB paraphrased)