It's All About Taking in the Flag

This morning I woke with a profound sense of gratitude.

It began last night.  I was home taking a break from helping my daughter with her newborn, my first grandchild.  I've basically been living there for five weeks now and I am exhausted.  I got my husband to take duty this weekend, (dd has PPD and therefore needs help when her husband's at work).

I'm the type of person who needs her alone time, daily.  So, to be home alone last night was delectable.  When I let the dogs out front I saw that our flag was still out past sunset.  My father was a very proud Marine and taught me two important things about the American flag.  Don't ever let it touch the ground and always take it in before sundown.  I have no problem with the first one, but  often times forget to take it in before it gets dark.  Last night being one of those nights.

It was a beautiful night.  The sky was dark and full of stars.  There was a stillness in the air.  Sato and Leo, my dogs, were enjoying the crisp, night air and the crunch of the fallen leaves.  I decided to slow down and be present in the moment.  It may sound a little odd, but I really enjoyed taking the flag in last night.  It wasn't just a chore this time. 

No, last night it held great meaning for me.  My heart swelled as I thought of my father and the love he had for our country and it's flag.  The sacrifices he made for our freedom and those he made for our family.  I felt both full and empty at the same time.  I miss my dad. 

The act of taking in the flag also reminded me of how blessed I am.  I live in a great country.  I own my own home and am blessed with a beautiful family and two dogs.  I watched a line of cars pass as they made their way home from the city.  I thought of how blessed and priviledged I was to be able be home performing the minor task of taking in the flag.

Semper Fi  Dad. Thank you and all of the men and women who have served or are currently serving to keep this country free.  I am blessed beyond measure.