“We are the home of the free because of the brave.”
How true and sobering that statement is.
I spent this past Memorial Day weekend with family in Parryville, PA. My husband built a campfire and we cooked hotdogs while our one niece caught us up on the amazing book she just read and the other on her latest sea-cadet adventure. The next day, we lazed by the Pokomo Creek that ran by the camper, chatting, snacking, and dipping in the ice-cold water when the humidity became too much.
It was cheery,...