The smell of barbecue is finally fading from the air and Memorial Day is almost over. We rode bikes, we went swimming, we ate good food.
But mostly, we remembered.
My brother says that Memorial Day is for the fallen - and I agree. But I also think that each and every soldier that gets to come home has fallen a bit, too. Each of them is broken - even if you can't see the cracks. And I think on Memorial Day [and every other day] we need to remember them and all that they gave.
love & cupcakes,