Growing up we spent every Memorial Day going to the cemetary, cleaning gravestones and planting flowers at my grandparents’ graves. Lillies of the valley were always blooming in my parents backyard and I would pick bunches to take as my contribution. I can’t smell them or see them and not think of my grandparents and their graves (in a completely non-morbid way). Since I no longer live in my home town, things are a little different now. For the past number of years (I have no idea how many), we’ve gotten together with my college friends and their families for a picnic over Memorial Day weekend and for the past 3 or 4 years (I’m exact, I know) we’ve gone to Kara and Andy’s house. They have the best kid-friendly house and after this year, I’m pretty sure none of our kids would want to be anywhere else.
As evidence, I’ll show you this photo of the backyard of fun:
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