Memorial Day always lands with a quieter weight than most holidays. It’s a day built on reflection more than celebration — a pause to acknowledge the men and women who never made it home, and the families whose lives were permanently reshaped by that sacrifice. However you spend the day — working, resting, grilling, or just trying to catch up on life — I hope there’s a moment of stillness in it, a moment to honor the people who gave up their ordinary days so we could have ours.
Amanda was visiting with her friend who's sister has chickens. She got a bunch of fresh eggs. Unwashed and not refrigerated. When I was at Amanda's house the one day she gave me some of the eggs.
I was a bit nervous about trying them. I don't know why because they are most likely safter than the ones I get int he grocery store. One morning I decided to scramble a couple of them for my breakfast.
Last week at work I had quite a lot of time by myself. I had the usual Monday while Beth was at the Bradford office. Then she left at 2:00 on Thursday and was off all day Friday. She took the time off because she was getting married on Saturday. No plans for a honeymoon so she was going to back in the office on Monday for me to be off for my procedure.
Any way, since I had the office to myself, I grabbed some more pictures. Beth has some Lego flowers on her desk.
This first one is the most recent one that she got.
Then I decided to do a little arts and craft project to leave a note for her when she came in on Monday
