Wow! I think the 4th of July should happen on Sunday every year! When else do you get three nights of fireworks and more barbeque and patriotic pastries than your diet can handle? In all seriousness though, I am grateful to have had the weekend to step away from work and the world a bit to laugh and love with family and celebrate in the festivities synonymous with the 4th.
Between the Oakley Rodeo, bocce ball in Park City followed by fireworks and an amazing day of hiking, pooltime and R&R (Rootbeer and Relaxation) on the roof, I can’t help but think how blessed I am to live in the U.S. of A. My generation and ones surrounding it, are beginning to witness a forgotten phenomenon, the realities of war. Some enlist for money, anger management, others a haircut or a simple wardrobe (green camouflage is so in right now), but the truth is the money is nothing relative to devoted time and emotional strain, anger doesn’t solve the world’s problems that you are fighting for, your haircut may look good but no one here cares and your wardrobe is only as nice as you keep blood stains off it and stay alive… some are never called up, some are safe, others lose an arm and some never some home. Thank you to all veterans, currently active soldiers and those enlisted. I salute you til the day I die. I pray we each remember that there is always a price tag for liberty and it isn’t cheap.
P.S. I apologize for the two month hiatus from blogging. I have many adventures and thoughts that will trickle in over the ensuing weeks.
Dear talented brother,
After returning from my own shameful one month hiatus from blogging, I would encourage you to return and share with us a few of your newest photos. They’re just too good not to.
Love,
Tor