Memorial Day was a gorgeous day. We had a neighborhood barbecue at the end of the cul-de-sac, catered by a the Taco Stand Guy. That's what everyone calls the truck, even though the "guy" was a lady. That food was deeee-lish, and it was so nice to have a lovely evening with friends. We have a ton of kids between us so it's a good thing they could spill over into the park.
I am so grateful for those who died in the service of our country. The older I get, the more I realize that freedom isn't free.
|Our patriotic house!|
|On the Ramos' driveway with friends, with the Taco Stand Guy lady cooking for us.|
|Some of the kids--there were probably 40!--at the park.|
|I'm proud to be an American!|
"Love your country. Your country is the land where your parents sleep, where is spoken that language in which the chosen of your heart, blushing, whispered the first word of love; it is the home that God has given you that by striving to perfect yourselves therein you may prepare to ascend to him." ~Giuseppe Mazzini