Miriam likes flags. For a while, I tried to figure out if her definition of "flag" was the American stars and stripes, or if it was any flag that waves. My answer came when she showed me a tiny "printed in the USA" insignia of a flag on one of her books. That and she never pointed out the flower and bug flags that wave around the neighborhood. At the same time, she has her little yellow flag that she likes to wave and she calls that "flag." Anyway, she loved the Healing Field in Sandy this year. As soon as we drove into view, she stared out the window saying "flag... flag... flag..." She ran around and around, amazed at how many flags there were. She lifted the flagpoles off their bars to see how they were standing up. She twirled herself around in the flags, loving being surrounded by the flags. She ran as fast as she could through the flags. She pointed at flags everywhere she looked. When we were done healing, we drove off and she again just gazed at the field. "Flag... flag... flag..."
3 comments:
What a sweet story and a beautiful picture!
njxevI can't believe how big she is getting!
When Mim's Great-great grandmother was sending her son off to WWII, she told Mim's great grandmother (Paige's Gma Blacker) how much America had done for her and with tears said that she must let her son leave her and fight for the freedoms and blessings we have. She would be proud of Mim in that picture.
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