Remembrance Day

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

– John McCrae

Spence and I took a minute to reflect and respect the work that has been done to give us the freedom we enjoy in our country. But I don’t have a picture of it.

I do have a picture of our adventure up the Rideau River with Kat this afternoon. Spence is doing well. His naps are a little sparse (though he always seems to sleep longer at Kat’s place 1.5 hours today!), but he’s pretty healthy and happy otherwise. He loves being outside.
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Loving God through my family, friends, and interactions in my world.

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