Our Memorial Day tradition, since living in our home, has been to step out onto our front lawn to watch the parade pass by. This year, Michael was really excited about it, and was talking about it days before. When we woke up Monday morning, it began to rain, & even thunder a little. By 10:30, the rain had passed, the thunder rolled away, and our flags were out with us on the lawn. Our little town parade is a pretty quick one, but that certainly doesn't take away from its meaning. We ventured up to the center of town to see all the little white crosses standing on the town common, and with the sun shining down on us, we spoke about their purpose. ~What a wonderful Memorial Day!!