Tomorrow, the boys are going to the national cemetery to place flags at the headstones. I spoke with the kids about honoring the dead, and, in particular, for remembering those who fought and died for our freedoms.
As we drove by the cemetery, the kids noticed that some graves had flowers.
"Mommy, we'll put pretty flowers on your grave," said Jenny.
"What kind of flowers do you like best?" Katie wanted to know.
"Whatever you see that is prettiest," I told her.
It really won't matter to me. I'm just happy that their little hearts are already committed to making my final resting spot beautiful.