We went strawberry picking at Sweet Berry Farm in Marble Falls. We left at 7:30 arrived at the farm at 9 and finished picking by 10:30. There have been some years where we don't even finish one box in an hour because there weren't any strawberries. One time we had only the bottom layer filled in. I think that was the year Pumpkin was a toddler. We have all matured and grown since then.
Our spring performance season is about heat up. I've started working on patterns. I know the girls are very excited to find out what they will be. The name of the show is "The True Jewel". As always I know it will be spectacular. It will be bittersweet as we are losing many of the company girls and friends to PCS (permanent change of station) moves.
Ben received a Bronze Star last week. It is the 4th highest military honor. We are all very proud of him and were happy that his mom flew in for the award's ceremony. The children all had a great time with Gramma. A very good, fun visit as always.
As we were driving away from Marble Falls, Brother asked if PFC Payton Jones was famous. We told him that sadly, no. Then he asked what famous meant. Ben replied that famous is when lots of people know who you are. So, my first thought was, well, why isn't he? Why don't we know his name? Why did I not know that he was one of the two soldiers killed by an Afghan soldier they were mentoring when that soldier turned a weapon on them? Instead, all we hear about is that woman. That person who elected to go out in public to talk about her personal life. It's an upside down world we live in. This young man was 19. My heart just hurts for his family. I had to fight the urge to kneel right there and sob. As it was I was weeping quietly.
The Patriot Guard rode as an escort for the return of PFC Jones. I really love these volunteers. They ride at the invitation of the families. They were there at the funeral of my friend, Dave. That awful "church" group was there as well yelling during the funeral. Someone came out with hymnals and they sang to drown out them out. When I read that I became an instant fan although I would've been a big fan anyway for what they do.
Brother is going to play baseball at the local rec center. I'm very nervous for him. His love of baseball came from nowhere last year and it's been going strong. I'm not worried about his skills because I know he can catch and throw. I'm worried about him socially. Prayers (for me and him)?
Pumpkin has a stye the size of a pea. It's awful. I'm waiting for it to pop. Ewww....she's still really cute though.