It Went Down Main Street....

They got to do it. They got to see a parade. Since we've moved away from America it's been very important to me to instill thankfulness in my children for their beloved homeland.
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We had a curbside seat, but had to wait quite awhile for the parade to start.
So a lot of this went on.
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And I finally saw the camera I wanted. The Granddaddy of all cameras it was, indeed.
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Tristan got a blister on his foot and put his shoe to good use.
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Finally, they heralded the beginning...
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I wanted them to see two things....


Soldiers.
I explained that these were the men who saved our country and kept it America.
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This is what the parade was all about, for me.
And I pray for all the veterans who were so disabled they were not able to ride in a parade.
I wish I could thank them, every one.
It made me cry.
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And I wanted them to see the pride that Americans feel for their country. To feel the beat of the bass drum reverberate in their chest, and to understand there is a reason we call it "the land of the free and the home of the brave".
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Before we moved away, this parade may have been just a fun thing to go to. Wave a flag, look at the firetruck!
But I'll never take America for granted again.