Laying in bed last night, I was thinking about how great our weekend really was. Memorial Day weekend seems to be lost among society's obsession with BBQ's, clothing sales and beach trips. But it really hit me this year that it's more than just an "official start to summer." It's really a time to remember those who have fought and died for our freedoms, and for those who continue to protect us so we can enjoy time with our loved ones each and every day at the BBQ's and days at the beach that will consume this season. After thinking about the true meaning of Memorial Day, I realized all the events Cody and I experienced throughout the weekend are blessings that are possible because of the those brave enough to protect us.
Our blessings started on Saturday, where Cody and I headed to an annual charity car show that a local car dealership puts on every year around this time. It was important to me to do something Cody really loved, and we were able to do it with his family joining along. Cody's dad entered their older model jeep, which placed in the top 25. How lucky and thankful I am to be able to spend time with my husband, doing something that he loves to do, and with my new family, who takes me in as their own.
After an afternoon at the car show, we headed to my mom's house, where my family would be there to celebrate our many May birthdays - Cody, my grandfather, and my aunt. We all joined up for hamburgers, hot dogs and French onion dip. And wrapped it all up with opening presents and eating a delicious ice cream cake. The true blessing - surrounded by some of the people I love most, all in the same house, at the same time, laughing and enjoying each other's company.