Memorial Day

This may be one of my favorite days of the year. It's turned into a true tradition--a day of remembering and treasuring our family--wherever they are. The crowd keeps changing, the children getting taller, the numbers of descendents swelling, new faces here, old faces gone. It's a powerful day--rain or shine.

The highlight of the day for me was Rick's prayer and his comments. I love that guy. He's mean and wicked and won't come to my parties, but he's part of my stability in life. We share roots. I so hope he outlives me.

And, of course, there's the breakfast at Golden Corral