Anything military always makes me teary-eyed. I love watching the videos of American soldiers coming home after being deployed. It’s heartwarming to see them reunite with their families. I love watching the motorcycle rides parading down the highway to honor those who have served our country. Yesterday, we pulled to the side of the road to allow them to pass and to show our support.
It’s amazing what these vets have done for our country. I think about my uncles, my dad, and my brother who have passed on. They were proud to have served our country. And I think about my son who has been deployed three times, putting himself in danger and making sacrifices along the way.
And not to forgot all others who have served and continue to serve…I thank you for your service. My heart goes out to the parents who have had sons or daughters who did not come home. One in particular that I’m thinking about today is an EOD who served with my son. He will never be forgotten.
Normally, you always look “up” to your parents and appreciate how they’ve raised you, what they’ve done for you, or know how much they loved you. Today, I have a renewed appreciation looking “downward” for parents. Instead of my parents, I’m appreciating my daughter and her husband as parents. We just had our daughter and 18 month old grandson over for the weekend. Zander has more energy and spunk than I remember my daughter having at that age. It’s fascinating to see our grandson ping pong from one interest to another.
Yesterday was his first visit to the zoo. He loved seeing the animals, except when we were on a boardwalk next to a parking lot. The cars, trucks, and a van were more interesting than the lions sleeping in their den below us. He liked watching the gorillas, but wouldn’t stand next to the gorilla statue. He loved watching the polar bear, seeing him swim in the water. He loved walking around and exploring all the new and exciting things around him. He ping-ponged from one area to the next.
We took him to work today, first to Mike’s work and then to mine. He went from cube to cube, walked down…no, ran down the halls. He tried pushing a big pillar (that was holding up the building) out of the way. He took a ride on a wheel cart and in a desk chair.
The only time he’s quiet is when we’re reading him a book. Otherwise, he is constantly on the move. The three nights they spent with us, Mike and I fell into bed exhausted. That one little guy wore us out.
Willow and Zander just left. Yes, we were ready. But were we? I’m already missing them.