· Long weekend
· Time with Friends and Family
· Clothing sales
All too often the real reason we have that day off is pushed down somewhere between a hamburger and beach ball. Memorial Day should be a day of reflection and thanksgiving for what our troops mean to us and what they sacrifice so that we may enjoy freedoms many other countries do not have.
I admire the men and women who serve our Country. The spouses and children they leave behind to keep me safe. I’ve often said I don’t think I could be a military wife. I truly admire the sacrifices they make daily. And I am too dependent on my husband to run this ship all by myself. Call me selfish, ignorant, whatever, but I believe I just couldn’t make it.
As I helped my mom decorate this weekend, hanging flags, and putting up our red, white and blue, I couldn’t help but to think of my grandpa. He served in our Navy. Then my thoughts went to BTB’s grandfather, he was in the Air Force.
Then, as I hung a banner on the front porch, I thought of friends we have that serve. My friend Mel has a father and husband that serve. Such pride I felt for having them in my life. I looked at T sleeping soundly in a pack n play and thought, he can do that because they protect us.
Yesterday, I enjoyed a pool, great food and great friends, but my thoughts were never very far from why I was able to do so. When I see a serviceperson in a airport I thank them. I am that cheesy person who probably embarrasses them and myself, but my dad has always done that, and I just know it’s the correct thing to do.
Every war or battle our military has been involved with has had “nay sayers.” But we as Americans need to remember to support our troops, regardless if you believe in what they are fighting for. They have a job to do just like me and you. Be proud.