Happy Fourth of July, everyone!This year I watched the fireworks display sitting on a lawn chair behind Anna's house, eating homemade ice cream and watching the bald eagles disturbed by all the lights soaring out over the lake. It felt sort of like being in a sixties TV show-- I kept expecting Andy Griffith to walk by or something. It's almost 11:30 in the evening now, and I can still hear the whistling, crackling, and popping outside. Someone has a radio turned to patriotic music. The air is hazy and smells like gunpowder and ash.
While we're here celebrating, over in Afghanistan today was just another day of hard work for my husband and those serving with him. Though I wish he was here with me, I understand why he does the job he does and I'm so proud of him. He and his fellow soldiers work tirelessly without complaint, far from their families and under terrible and perilous conditions, in the service of those celebrating the holiday safely here at home.
Thanks, soldiers-- for all that you do.
~Jess
The photo for this blog post was taken by the lovely Lucie over at LZH photography.
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4 comments:
I am so grateful for what your husband does and all the soldiers far far away. I also recognize the fact that you are surviving on your own without him and the sadness that you must feel every day. Kudos to you both!
Happy 4th, thank your husband, and tell him that if he is ever near a place callled KAF to stop at Tim Hortons, he'd probably enjoy it.
What a lovely tribute to your husband and others, including our Canadian soldiers, who are in Afghanistan. And I LOVE the photo!
Thank you Jeremy.
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