I’m proud to be an American where at least I know I’m free
And I won’t forget the ones who died who gave that right to me
And I gladly stand up next to you and defend her still today
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt I love this land…God bless the USA.
(from “God Bless the USA,” written by Lee Greenwood and sung by Dolly Parton)
There were many, many times yesterday when I was reminded—with a smile of contentment and a heartfelt prayer of thanks—just how blessed I am to be an American.
…at the Memorial Day Mass that began our day;
…while grilling out with Anthony’s godparents, who—what luck!—just happen to also be our dear friends;
…while eating the most amazing burger I’ve had since, oh, the last amazing burger I ate;
(I’m big into big thick amazing burgers, especially when the predominant color in the landscape is green.)
…when celebrating a certain little man’s first birthday, complete with uber-cool godparents and Winnie the Pooh cake;
(Is there any other kind of first birthday cake? I didn’t think so.)
…and when thanking God at the end of the day–a day that included friends, family, good food and freedom.
Did you have a good Memorial Day? Did you pray for our fallen heroes?
I knew you would.
Happy first day of June, Everyone! The summer stretches out before us—fresh and full of promise. I love this time of year! Yes, we have a ton of school left—math, you know, and scattered assignments—but to do it on the blanket at the park makes all the difference.
That’s what I’ll tell them, anyway.
With love & blessings & a thankful heart,