Memorial Day is the real summer kick-off for us, but the actual day is always such a heavy one. It truly is a day that we remember fallen friends. Fletcher's list is much longer than mine and I can always see it on his face. For me, it's the day I think those wives I know raising little ones alone. There's one in particular for which my heart always hurts. I follow her on Facebook and keep tabs on how her kids are growing. Truthfully, this wife has handled her reality with more grace than I can even imagine. She lost her husband when she had an 18 month old and was only weeks away from having their second child. I'm always so impressed with her commitment to pressing on and her determination to choose joy. Such an inspiring story, but there's sadness and loss there too.
Our Memorial Day weekend was spent on the go. Fletcher is always on the go, so it's only fitting that so are we. :) Bennett made the all-stars team which was a huge feat for that little one. The team had yet to find a volunteer wanting to coach the 7U team.....that is until they called my sweet husband.... the one witness to all the hard work his kid had put in this season in an effort to make the team. He couldn't let the kids not get to play because they lacked a coach. SO there you have it! He's coaching the team along with two of our favorite people. I'm not sure how many games these kids will win, but they'll definitely have to best coaches. That scramble started our weekend off to a scurry....rosters, coaches, uniforms, schedules, GEEZ! We did squeeze in some boat time which makes everything right in the world.
Monday, Fletcher took the boys to the local Memorial Day service. It's so important that we pass along the true meaning of this special day. We were blessed with gorgeous weather all weekend, so being inside would have been a crime. We had dinner at our sweet neighbor's where in true fashion Beau knocked out Bennett's tooth. It was a baby tooth, but why not get it knocked out at a dinner party? Our neighbors have an 18 month old, so the sheer shock on their faces may have sealed the deal that baby Lincoln could be the last child they birth. Yes, there's danger in producing more than one. :) But you know it's been a successful weekend when everyone high fives and goes to their own beds out of pure exhaustion.
