Last night, my parents came over for dinner. We had a great time. We ordered Chinese. Jack, in his inimitable style, ate seaweed and cucumber salad, shu mai, and a crab rangoon. We chatted and laughed, caught up on life, and enjoyed one another's company.
Jack finished his dinner before the rest of us and went to play in the living room until the (dreaded) announcement of bedtime.
Shortly thereafter, I saw something in the living room catch Durel's eye. I turned to look.
The football game was beginning. The national anthem was being performed. Jack had stopped his play to stand quietly with his hand on his heart and listen.
Oh my God.
I hopped up and joined him without saying a word.
Durel wasn't far behind. We stood, together, hands over our hearts.
I was filled with pride and gratitude.
Hope you feel pride and gratitude today.