The thing I am most grateful for is the safety I feel for me and my family, and the freedom we enjoy because of the brave men and women who sacrifice every day so that my family can live together in peace and without fear.
My husband's grandmother lived in Germany as a child during the second world war, and although she doesn't talk about it much, she did tell me about a time when she had gone to visit her grandmother in a different country and when she was coming back, she was fired upon. I can imagine the terror of this little 8-year-old child as she ran through the field back to her homeland while shots are whizzing around her, somehow miraculously escaping the bullets. As she ran, she saw American soldiers beckoning to her to run to them. She did, and finally landed in their arms. She says she remembers one of the soldiers being a black man. They held her and comforted her and gave her sticks of gum.
I am so grateful that when I cross the border from Utah to Idaho, or Nevada, California, etc., I don't have to worry about that kind of thing. I am so grateful that I live in a place and time where I don't need to fear. I am proud to be an American!
Here are a few photos of our little family visiting my parents over the weekend. Unfortunately, I forgot my camera so all of these photos are courtesy of the good 'ol iPhone!
And here are a few videos for your enjoyment as well. C was SO impressed with everything in the Gondola!