I watched our small town parade that my dad, a Vietnam veteran marches in every year.
I ate at the annual pancake breakfast our local fire fighters put on to make sure we don't get too thin before swimsuit season.
I watched Arrested Development all day with my family, took a nap and went on a long walk with my mom and sister on a dreamy new trail.
Still, not much gratitude.
Then Dad picked us up because we got so far from the city that we realized we wouldn't get home in time to watch the Bachelorette and polish off the pan of oh henry bars mom made earlier.
This was Memorial Day.
I know I'm not expected to do much more than that, but I'm a little disgusted by my lack of thankfulness and patriotism. My dad sent a nice email yesterday to remind us of our freedoms and I didn't read it until today. I feel blindsided, even though this day has been marked year after year.
God loves every nation the same, and I don't think America is better than anyone else. But I still think we are quite blessed, and this is a
day week to settle down and sigh in relief because most Americans do get to live in peace. Nothing is free. Thank you to those who sacrificed so much more than tv show marathons and oh henry bars to give the rest of us freedom and equality.