I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday. I’ve always thought there was something innately special about Memorial Day weekend. I try to remember that it’s not just a three-day event to kick off the summer (although the fact that the neighborhood pool is now opened is nothing short of epic in this household), but that it’s a national holiday for a reason and an important one at that. Both of my grandfathers served in combat; neither of them talked much about their experiences, but I grew up swollen with pride over their accomplishments (and lest we forget the incredible women they left behind to keep the home fires burning. Can you imagine?).
We had a much-needed relaxing weekend, which included (no surprise) two pool outings, playground romps, a hike through the University of Richmond campus (yes, I said hike; I think all of the hills in the metro area are concentrated on those grounds), and plenty of backyard time.
|The only flat part of the University of Richmond campus - the pond.|
|I couldn't resist these pictures of my sweaty boy sporting his red, white and blue.|
Will worked yesterday so it ended up feeling like more of a typical Monday than a holiday, except that wherever Frances, George and I went everyone around us radiated relaxation. Surrounded by a sea of American flags, I watched entire families play in the pool and on the playground and it made me smile. I would have rather Will had been with us all day, but I was very thankful to be able to venture out and enjoy the holiday with the kids. As corny as it sounds, days like yesterday I find myself asking, “How did I get so lucky?”
Reality set in hard this morning when Frances and George were on their second respective temper tantrums and Will blew a kiss to me in the air as he lunged towards his car – “see you tonight!”
Days like today I find myself asking, “How did Will get so lucky?” Kidding, of course. Sort of.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!