Memorial Day

For Memorial Day we visited Grandma Bentleys grave my Mom and the kids bought some pretty flowers and painted a picture to give to her. We walked around a bit and looked at all the headstones most had at least a few flowers on them but we came upon one with nothing, Hunter ran back and picked a flower from grandma's and placed it on the empty one. I couldn't help myself I started tearing up and told Hunter that was a very sweet thing to do. He said that the Grandma in Heaven would be sad if she didn't have anything pretty on her grave and our Grandma had so many and he knew she would want to share too. He is right Grandma was the most selfless sweetest ladies and I am so glad some of that sweetness wore off on my son. Here is one of my favorite quotes, thank you to all you Hero's out there who allow my family and I to live in peace.
"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows great enthusiasms, great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat."
-Theodore Roosevelt-