Memorial Day weekend has always held special significance for Jay and I. Along with the rest of the U.S.A., we are thankful for the men and women who have sacrificed to help give us the freedoms we enjoy each and every day.
On top of that (but in no way to top that), Memorial Day weekend marks the time we first met, fifteen years ago, when Jay and two other Rice undergrads visited my family’s church in North Houston. Two years later, on Memorial Day weekend, Jay and I were married, so each year our anniversary falls right around this holiday weekend.
Perhaps it is only fitting then that we ended up living in a neighborhood that “does it up big” for this holiday. Each year there is a wonderful parade and celebration honoring our veterans and those who serve our country. It is a great day that brings folks together and fosters community like I have not seen before in any place I’ve lived. Last year was our first Memorial Day in this house, and our family was honored to be asked to march at the head of the parade carrying the all-important sign:
This year was even better, first, because Grammy Ruth got to enjoy the parade too (she was still suffering from her Meniere’s last year and was too sick to be here) and second, because all our children had the fun of riding the train in the parade, which they thought was better than walking the whole route. Go figure.
After the parade, we enjoyed a cookout with even more family and friends back here at the house. It was a great day. And so many pictures were taken that it is fitting to add another album to our sidebar!
Happy Memorial Day!!