Today is the USA’s Memorial Day, the holiday on which the nation both looks back to remember those who lost their lives in military service, and looks forward to summer. As an alien here (albeit a resident one now), I continue to be surprised to how clearly defined summer is here: start on Memorial Day, end on Labor Day.
Here I am outside the church after the service. My daughter Maddie gave me the flowers and took the picture. Earlier, she had been senior flower girl, with little brother Max in a tux as the ring bearer. Those are big responsibilities when you’re 4+ and 1+ respectively, but each did a great job.
Had we not been at the wedding, we might have made it to Earthfest, which the Globe tells us was excellent.
Yesterday was May 25. The list of people with that birthday is impressive, and not just because it should include my wife. I went out to get breakfast, made lunch, and the evening meal was at a kid-rich BBQ (you know what I mean).
Today is Memorial Day itself. Maddie is at her first drop-off play date. We are confident that she will be fine. But will she be good?