This is how we started our memorial day
and this is a pretty typical scenario in our home
on weekend and holiday mornings.
The top picture is a tad embarrassing, but I totally love what it represents.
Yes, I am wearing pink pants, and no, my shirt doesn't match
and isn't even mine, but I love mornings like these--
playing with the boys, soaking in that beautiful morning glow.
( Jobie had just had an epic spit-up, thus ensuing a quick change of shirts.
I, however, am without excuse for such horrendous, non-matching attire. )
We ended the day with a lakeside dinner
and lots of boat-watching.
"Look at all those boats" and "I yike boats"
were well-heard phrases.
We also heard a little boy thank Jesus
for the boats last night before bedtime.
I was talking to a Romanian friend of mine
about communism and it's effects,
a good reminder to me why I should appreciate the freedoms
that I do have and to be thankful for so many who fought
and are fighting for us.
I have to be honest, I've really missed a good Memorial Day parade.
Something about waving my country's flag
and hearing a bit of Sousa does wonders for this American soul.
Over and out from the land of non-matching pajamas.