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Happy Memorial Day

What an amazing family day!

Since moving to the U.S., I have grown to LOVE Memorial Day. To me, it is the unofficial start of summer, and the unofficial start of a thousand amazing possibilities for a fun-filled season with my boys. When the weather turns sunny and warm, my positivity kicks it up about 10 notches. We had what seemed like a dreary, rainy spring spent largely indoors (with a little too much Jake and the Neverland Pirates on Disney Channel…I can sing the theme-song in my sleep). Today, the sun was shining, the smell of sunscreen was in the air, and the opportunities for coming summer-fun seemed endless….the pool, camping, hunting fireflies, going to the park, biking, kicking a soccer ball, gardening, cute little boys in the bath after a dirty day, and enjoying a drink with Pierre on the deck while our two tuckered-out bugs sleep soundly in their beds…..it was ALL calling me.

And Memorial Day opens the door to it all.

Today was a perfect start to summer. Pierre and I took the boys to our town’s Memorial Day parade. Now, we’ve lived in the U.S. for seven years, and this was our first Memorial Day parade. I know, sad, but we’re just coming out of the baby-fog, so there it is. Better late than never, right? And it was a blast. The beginning of what is sure to be a yearly tradition.  I love our town. It isn’t really a small town, but kind of has that feel, especially today. The boys sat on the sidewalk, with their friends, while fire trucks, local military regiments, small floats, old-fashioned John Deere tractors, horses, Boy Scouts, and even our high school brass band marched down Main Street. The boys waved their flags, smiled at the parade goers, and jumped for candy being tossed out to them. Such fun!

Before leaving for the parade, Ben insisted on wearing his Canada hat (it has a maple-leaf on the front and small Canadian flag on the back). Hmmm… A Canada hat on Memorial Day? I suggested another hat. Ben stood his ground. He explained that his hat was red, white & blue, and on Memorial Day you have to wear red, white, and blue. He was right. He wore the hat, and I got this great picture of my little dual-citizen poster-boy proudly wearing his favorite hat, AND just as proudly waving his American flag.

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And another of the boys, all smiles, as they wait for the parade to start.

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Just one more reason to be thankful to the U.S. troops, Canadian Peacekeepers, and armed forces around the world, for all that they do. Without them, these pictures would not be possible. Thank you. 

Happy summer!

xo Naomi

Comments

  1. ZadieMay 29, 2012 at 1:43 PM

    Do you realize how fortunate you and by extension Bubbie and i are a beautiful granddaughter a great grandson and two of the brightest boys in all oh North America.
    God bless us all and thank you god for all of this.

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  2. NaomiMay 31, 2012 at 1:33 PM

    And how lucky are the boys to have two amazing Great-Grandparents?!!! Love you both.

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