Dear to My Heart

This wonderful country that we live in is such a blessed one, and yet taken so much for granted. (how many know our National Anthem?) Steve and I have a tradition that sometime during the day, on Memorial Day, we take a moment to honor those men and women who fought and died for our country. We are trying to teach the boys that everything good in this world needs to be honored and protected. We went up on post and placed flags at the head stones of our fallen soldiers. If you have never been to a military cemetery I encourage all of you to go. It is a humbling experience. The white head stones all lined up.... it takes your breath away.

(it says that Private F.P. Kelly was the first buried in the Fort Huachuca cemetery 1877)
(I don't know if you can tell, but there is a carving of the Angel Moroni on this head stone)
(there where even a few "UNKNOWN" head stones)

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I feel so blessed that as I lay my babies down to sleep each night that I know they are safe and protected. I am thankful that we don't live in a war torn country as we see in many other places. And I don't have to worry about mortars and bombs going off while they sleep. I am not naive enough to think that nothing will ever happen to us. But I know that as we (the country) look toward God that we will never be invaded by an enemy we can't destroy. Steve leaving is hard on our family (as it is in others as well) but I truly believe that he is doing good, and that he is helping to protect our family, as well as fighting for others to have the freedoms that we enjoy.