4th of July

The 4th of July was always one of my favorite holidays growing up. I loved spending time with family, watching the parades and staying up late to watch the fireworks. As part of a military family, the holiday now has special meaning to me. I am so proud of my husband...for his honor, his humility and the sacrifices he has made for his country. I am grateful for the men and women that served before him and those that serve beside him now. The 4th seems to be the one day Americans come together to remember and and honor this great country we live in. For one day we are not Republicans or Democrats, we are not worried about the latest health care policies or budget crisis. We are all Americans and we are thankful and proud to simply be that.



We were able to spend the weekend with our close friends the Baileys. They just arrived in town from three years in Hawaii. We were stationed together in Arkansas and actually neighbors for the last six months we were there. We have a lot of fun, special memories with them and are so happy to have them here with us for a few months. We went swimming, had an impromptu barbecue and headed out to watch the fireworks. We all took bets on which of the five children would cry first. My choice was Amelia and she started wailing as soon as the first fireworks were shot. She eventually quit screaming and clung to Jason for the rest of the show. Everyone else enjoyed the fireworks and Bella is already asking when we can see more.