Holidays in quarantine are such a strange thing. It’s funny how even as adults, you get used to traditions so much that they have a way of etching memories into your brain. I spent 3 Memorial Days enormously pregnant, hot and sweaty with littles at our small towns parade and ceremony. My sweetest memories of those days were pushing babies in strollers or wagons with a jug full of bubbles, lollipops and flags. I will probably always remember Memorial Day like that. Memorial Day was never about the traditions that we are used to doing to celebrate the day. It was never about barbecues or beach days. It has always been about those who gave the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. It has always been about honoring and remembering. We get to have those beach days and barbecues because of those brave men and women. So tonight, I am thankful for those brave men and women. I am thankful for my freedom.

Be well.