A Red White and Blue Day

It was that kind of day.

The kind commercials are made from.

We spent the late morning and early afternoon in Grandma's pool.

I've pondered much lately about how much I love to swim, but not just anywhere. I only LOVE swimming at home. It's familiar. It's a large pool for a single family home, with much room to move. There is a freedom I feel underwater, a gracefulness I don't feel anywhere else.

Recently, my mama told my children, "You are lucky to have such a good mama who goes swimming with you. Many mamas don't swim with their children."

And, I told them I had a good role model. When I was growing up, ours was always the house where the cousins wanted to come, because their Aunt Lynda played with us. Aunt Lynda's house also had a pool.

Today, Grandma was able to spend extra time in the pool. I don't suppose she did a lot of swimming. ;) Before we finished our pool time, all four of my littles were hanging on Grandma. They played submarine. When she shouted, "Enemy fire!" they went under water.

While we were swimming, Grandpa was cooking.

I know he's not cooking in this picture, but he was keeping an eye on the grill. But...do you want to know one of the things I love best about my daddy. He is one of the most unpretentious men I know. He looks completely comfortable having his photo made in his garden hat, no problem for him. He is who he is and he is never any different, not matter the crowd.

(The thing that saddens me most aboutt he passing of Andy Griffith. He reminded me of my daddy. Jed Clampett did, too. You know...... how they were both smarter than they let on. Many people mistake our southern drawl for a sign of limited intellect.)

Back to our red, white, and blue day: Can you smell ribs on the grill while swimming in the pool? We were doubly ready for lunch time!

Then, we celebrated our religious freedom by going to church. There were probably many churches who cancelled Wednesday services, and I'm so glad ours didn't.

Following church, we headed to the neighboring town for fireworks. The boys were so excited. They talked about it all day.

And, as I thought about our nation's freedom, our religious freedom, and the freedom we have in Christ Jesus, I thought of my handsome Navy son.

 Please pray for his safety.Pray for our DIL Caise. Join me as we pray daily for the protection of our troops who guard our freedom.

I hope you enjoyed your Independence Day as much as our family did!