exploring.

With no school and no work and nice weather we've finally found time to explore our neighborhood! Cut offs on and popsicles in hand we scooted to the nearby cemetery to explore.

Living across from a cemetery for the past year and a half hasn't really seemed weird to me but as we passed the cast iron gates and began reading names and dates I finally realized I lived across the street from a cemetery...not just a pretty grassy area with beautiful trees and lots of visitors.

After moseying around for a while and inspecting the war memorial we realized a lot of the people buried there died very young. One particular stretch of land showed a family of 12. The first 9 children died within the year they were born and each were born a year apart. Only the last survived to adulthood. Kimball and I sat there looking at all the markers in complete shock as we realized the devotion this couple had in bringing children into the world. I could not begin to comprehend what losing 9 babies in 9 years would feel like. Mind you this was in the early 1900's and, thank the heavens above, medicine is leaps more advanced today, it's a miracle the strength these people must have had. 

So grateful for our little exploration and coming to a greater understanding and gratitude for the things we are blessed with by living here and now and for the people who teach us to say "thank you" a little more sincerely.

because i am blessed.