Something you probably don't know about me...
I'm fiercely patriotic.
I cry every time I sing the National Anthem.
4th of July is my favorite holiday.
I vote in every single election.
But you'll rarely, if ever, catch me debating politics.
Since I have little kids, I try to have conversations about important stuff in a kid-friendly way. So yesterday I decided to pull out my Valentine's Day clearance purchase and make some heart shaped homemade buttermilk donuts. I used the recipe that came on the packaging, and honestly, they were just okay. I can't wait to try a lemon recipe!
While putting the sprinkles on our "We love the U.S.A." donuts, one of our boys asked:
"What's Memorial Day for?"
I told him that it's a day to remember people who have fought and died for our country.
"Well then I think we should say a prayer AND the Pledge of Allegiance."
So we did. And his little brother's prayer went like this:
Thank you to the people who served our country, and I'm sorry that Abraham Lincoln died."
When I was pregnant with Luke, I was getting my hair done one day {one rare, rare day} and my hairdresser told me that one of her clients had called to cancel that day because she had just learned that her son had been killed in Afghanistan. I remember getting teary-eyed for that Mom. I asked the name of the son, but my hairdresser didn't know his name. When I saw a picture of the grieving family in the newspaper a couple of nights later, my heart dropped and I woke up my husband to tell him that it was our former neighbor, Marc. He was 19 years old. He and his family lived next door to us in the 1st home we owned. Marc was the oldest of three boys. He had mowed our lawn for us. And just one year out of high school, he went to heaven. Ever since Marc passed away, I can't help but picture myself in his Mama's place and my heart crumbles for her. Her name is Joy, and I hope that she finds joy in the memories of her sweet boy.
While putting the sprinkles on our "We love the U.S.A." donuts, one of our boys asked:
"What's Memorial Day for?"
I told him that it's a day to remember people who have fought and died for our country.
"Well then I think we should say a prayer AND the Pledge of Allegiance."
So we did. And his little brother's prayer went like this:
Thank you to the people who served our country, and I'm sorry that Abraham Lincoln died."
When I was pregnant with Luke, I was getting my hair done one day {one rare, rare day} and my hairdresser told me that one of her clients had called to cancel that day because she had just learned that her son had been killed in Afghanistan. I remember getting teary-eyed for that Mom. I asked the name of the son, but my hairdresser didn't know his name. When I saw a picture of the grieving family in the newspaper a couple of nights later, my heart dropped and I woke up my husband to tell him that it was our former neighbor, Marc. He was 19 years old. He and his family lived next door to us in the 1st home we owned. Marc was the oldest of three boys. He had mowed our lawn for us. And just one year out of high school, he went to heaven. Ever since Marc passed away, I can't help but picture myself in his Mama's place and my heart crumbles for her. Her name is Joy, and I hope that she finds joy in the memories of her sweet boy.
It's easy to forget what today is really all about.
I am forever grateful for the freedom that we enjoy because of the incredible sacrifices that people like Marc have made. And Abraham Lincoln too. xoxo




































