Memorial Day

DJ and I both had to work today, so we celebrated Memorial Day yesterday with food, fireworks, and friends.

After the late night Friday early morning Saturday, we did a whole lot of, well, nothing on Saturday. We were going to make pork bbq (one of our yummy favorites), but our lazing around got in the way of that. So we got up early yesterday morning instead and smoked that meat for seven deliciously-smelling, neighbor-envying hours. The smell of charcoal is summer for me. I also made my mom’s much sought-after baked beans and brownies to finish the menu off.

Best. Smell. Ever.

Best. Smell. Ever.

We packed up our cooler and chairs and headed down to the river. The music was great, the weather was perfect, and the food was superb. We went with some new friends and the company was exactly what we needed this weekend.

After I told him to smile about three times.

After I told him to smile about three times.

Finally.

Finally.

I’m a sucker for a good fireworks show and last night surely didn’t disappoint. The fireworks were set off just as the sun was setting, making the landscape a photographer’s dream. I love this city and the skyline served as a perfect backdrop.

I love fireworks and RVA.

I love fireworks and RVA.

These are traditions and memories that I can’t wait to share with our kids. Some of my best memories from growing up are at fireworks shows with friends and family. They’re moments that are irreplaceable and I cherish them forever. My heart is so ready to share these experiences with my family and hope that our children will love these traditions as much as I do.

Memorial Day is about more than fireworks and food, though. DJ’s paternal grandfather and my maternal grandfather both served in the military. My paternal¬†grandfather was a conscientious objector during WWII. My paternal grandfather was raised German Baptist, an old-order religion similar to Mennonite, which believes in non-violence. Instead of going to battle, he stayed stateside and performed other necessary work.

My dad served in the army after high school as well. Their sacrifices, and the sacrifices of countless others, allow us to live in a country where we are free to make our own decisions, speak our own minds, and live our lives constantly striving for the better, so we never squander what others have given us the opportunity to have. Thank you!

My dad in the army.

My dad in the army.

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