Journaling reads: As a child I do not remember thinking anything about Memorial Day or understanding its significance. It was just another day off school, a day to kick off sumer vacation with a family picnic. I am sure someone explained to me that we celebated Memorial Day to remember those who had passed away, especially those who lose their lives fighting for our country. However, I was young and innocent and blessed to have never experienced the death of a loved one. The world was a different place then too. Although there was definitely war and terrorism happening somewhere, I was oblivious to this, as the United States was peaceful and the death of soldiers at war was not all over the daily news. I was only ten when the Persian Gulf War broke out. I remember folding paper cranes and mailing them to soldiers but I did not fully understand that the cranes were going to people who left behind their friends and family to risk their lives fighting a war. As I got older and matured, I became more aware of the sacrifice men and women have been making for centuries in the name of freedom for our country so that I may live a better life. I honor and respect those individuals. Recently I have found a whole new sense of empathy for these amazing people. I have never worn combat boots or walked on foreign soil risking my life at war, but as a military spouse, I see those soldiers every day with my own eyes. Terry plays in the Navy Band and I thank the Lord daily that he is not and probably never will be away at war. But he reverently plays "Taps" at the funerals of soldiers amd serenades ships full of sailors returning home from months away from their families. I listen as friends share how much they miss their husbands who are away at war. I watch at the commissary as a moher tried to calm her children in the cart as she grocery shops alone while their father is away at war. I see fathers getting off the ship to greet their newborn babies whose birth they were forced to miss while they were away at war. On Memorial Day, as well as every day, I hope to honor those people...those who lost their lives at war, those who were lucky enough to make it home safely, and the families and friends of all te soldiers. I hope, for the sake of everyone, that by the time Kadence is old enough to understand the meaning of Memorial Day, our country is once again a peaceful home free of war and terrorism. I hope that all those soldiers are home safely once again, so that we might honor their life rather than their death. And most of all, I hope that by living in a time of war, we may learn to improve the future so that one day we will all celebrate Memorial Day together.
I sanded around the picture edges. Then on both the mats sanded and the red one is also inked in gold. The journaling block is torn and inked with gold stars, some light and some dark.
DCWV paper; chipboard stars from OTC; star brads and buttons from OTC; making memories star brads; white, red, and blue making memories paint; encore ultimate metalic gold ink; star paer clips from hobby lobby