Strawberry Fields Forever
[Y'know, I never really liked that song. If I want to listen to the genre of "Beatles drug-related songs" I prefer "Penny Lane" or "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds."]
So today's Memorial Day, so Christy and I had the day off. Her grandparents were here this weekend (part of a road trip to Washington, D.C.), so we had a lot of fun.
After seeing off the grandparents, Christy and I went strawberry-picking at this place. It was awesome. Not only did we get to pick a ton of God's Favorite Fruit (a title I just made up but will apply to strawberries for the rest of my life because it's obviously true), but we simply got to enjoy time being outdoors. My favorite part was observing the wide variety of people around us. White, Black, Hispanic, Asian, Indian......people speaking all different languages......old folks and kids laughing. It felt like.....well....America. People from all different backgrounds enjoying a beautiful early summer day with friends and family amidst a bountiful harvest.
We observed a moment of silence for the fallen soldiers at 3:00 in remembrance of Memorial Day and said a prayer for the soldiers whose lives are still on the line. As I did, it occurred to me that moments like this are part of what these soldiers fought (and are fighting) for.
I'll leave my political statements for another day. I'll just say that standing in the field made me happy to be here.
So today's Memorial Day, so Christy and I had the day off. Her grandparents were here this weekend (part of a road trip to Washington, D.C.), so we had a lot of fun.
After seeing off the grandparents, Christy and I went strawberry-picking at this place. It was awesome. Not only did we get to pick a ton of God's Favorite Fruit (a title I just made up but will apply to strawberries for the rest of my life because it's obviously true), but we simply got to enjoy time being outdoors. My favorite part was observing the wide variety of people around us. White, Black, Hispanic, Asian, Indian......people speaking all different languages......old folks and kids laughing. It felt like.....well....America. People from all different backgrounds enjoying a beautiful early summer day with friends and family amidst a bountiful harvest.
We observed a moment of silence for the fallen soldiers at 3:00 in remembrance of Memorial Day and said a prayer for the soldiers whose lives are still on the line. As I did, it occurred to me that moments like this are part of what these soldiers fought (and are fighting) for.
I'll leave my political statements for another day. I'll just say that standing in the field made me happy to be here.