As it is Memorial Day weekend, I have been thinking about how fortunate our family has been. My Dad and his brothers all returned from World War II, my eldest brother came home from Viet Nam, and my daughter, Amy made it through two tours in Iraq. My heart aches for the mothers, daughters and sisters whose service members didn't come home to them alive. People use this weekend as a time to relax and have a cookout or watch a car race on the tube. We cook out,too, but we also take time to remember and honor those men and women who gave the ultimate sacrifice of their lives so we may enjoy the freedoms we take for granted. Take a moment to reflect on how wonderful your life is, and remember who made it possible.
On the lighter side, Mr Wazoo and I spent another day together in the studio doing some quilting and sewing. He quilted this Kaffe Fassett quilt, and I quilted a 2-3-2-6 I made at the sew-in on Thursday. All I need to do is the hand sewing.