As the sun sets on a rare sunny day, I'm taking a moment to reflect on what Memorial Day means to me.

The ticking of the mantel clock reminds me of Grandma’s house, the afternoons spent with family playing scrabble and card games. I miss my family.

The voices of the children playing outside down the road, laughing enjoyment of childhood innocence. I’m grateful for my son.

The sound of passing cars on the highway, rushing from one point to another, rarely pausing to see what is in between.  I am content in my own home.

The quiet snores of my husband and my son.  I love them both.

The sleepy sounds of the birds in the trees and the evening breeze as it sighs through the leaves.  I enjoy my peace.

The companionship of the dogs at my feet and the cat by my side.  Their unwavering acceptance is a balm to my soul.

The joy of friends, near and far.  I am honored by their friendship.

The freedom to choose the path I am upon.  Thank you to those that have sacrificed so that I might have that freedom.

Thank you to those who have stepped forward to defend our ideals, our rights, and our freedoms.  May you find the peace that you have earned, the joy that you deserve, and the steadfast loyalty of those that stay behind.