Happy Memorial Day!

This past week a relative of a relative was severely injured while serving in Afghanistan. There are no words to adequately describe the tragedy. Neither are words sufficient to express the deep gratitude we feel for all who have served our country and those who currently do so. I feel thoroughly unworthy of the sacrifices they and their families make for me and mine.

Thank you.

Since words fail me, I’ll just share some pictures of how we celebrated this weekend.

A dear friend make this gorgeous (and delicious!) cake.

*SPOILER ALERT!* She has offered to do a tutorial on how to make it! We plan to post sometime within the next month so that you can try your hand at it for Independence Day. Fun, fun! :)

Ellie didn’t get to watch the parade with us because she won a contest at school that allowed her to ride on one of the fire trucks. She was so excited! And looked pretty cute, too.

I grew up in a small town. Most of my childhood I couldn’t wait to get out of that town.

This year has been a surreal experience as I’ve learned exactly how small this town is, this new hometown. I feel almost transported in time and space. Just twenty minutes from Manhattan, events like this weekend’s Memorial Day parade make me feel more like I’m in the middle of rural Indiana all over again.

What’s weird: I think I like it.

Talk to me!

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