Happy 4th of July!
This picture is of my Granddaddy and Grandmother’s house in Pleasant Ridge. My home. My heart. The house where they raised their children and where their grandchildren grew up playing and getting into “trouble”. Many, many 4th of July’s happened there. This picture, to me, is the essence of America. There wasn’t a single person on earth with more pride for his country than my Granddaddy. Today is one of those days where I miss him and long to see him and to hug him.
At church this morning we sang at least 6 patriotic songs, and it was beautiful. It pulled on my heart strings to see all those older men in their flag shirts singing with pride about their love for our wonderful country. I got so choked up I had to stop singing. I was filled with pride for my country and also sadness of missing my sweet Granddaddy. But most of all I wish more than anything they both could be here to meet my Rory.
So in honor of all of those who have served our country, especially my Granddaddy, Rory wore Red, White, and Blue all weekend.
Happy 1st 4th of July, Rory!
I hope that we can instill love for your country like our grandparents and parents did in us.