Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be

"A daughter feels her mother’s absence forever—time softens grief, but never erases it."

"Stars, Stripes, and Freedom—Happy July 4!"

Why We Celebrate the Fourth

We celebrate the Fourth, but do we remember why?
Beyond the crimson bursts that light the sky.
Beyond the waving flags of red, white, and blue,
Lives a promise from long ago that still rings true.

Long ago, brave voices rose to say
That a free people should chart their own way.
They risked life and fortune, refusing to bend
To the rule of a distant king.

They stood behind a simple belief:
That liberty was worth the cost.

On July Fourth, that vision came to life.
Through decades of struggle, of light and of dark,
The nation stumbled, endured, and grew,
And freedom carried on from one generation to the next.

That is why the banners fly.
Why families gather beneath the summer sky.
Why children wave sparklers into the night,
And fireworks cut through the dark with light.

We mark far more than a date on the page.
More than a parade or a holiday.

We honor the courage that set freedom in motion,
And the determination to keep freedom alive.

For liberty is never a guarantee.
It is something to cherish,
Something to protect,
Something to pass on to the next generation.

And that is why we celebrate the Fourth.

the name of father was another name for love

 

Summer Solstice

 

I am 90% caffeine, 10% spite

Town day went the way town days usually do, except a bit more rushed.
We had all the time in the world, or at least until 2 p.m., but Cowboy zipped us through the store like a nest of wasps was on his rear end.

“Things look ordinary until they’re not.”

We went to town.
Cowboy had to pick something up from Lowe's, and then we got Badger’s medication.

We came home, and eventually, Cowboy headed to work, and Badger headed outside.
She's using old pizza pans and scrap wood to make me little birdie buffets to sit on the ground.