The military changes you.
At least it did me.
I don't come from a military family, and I don't suppose we were hugely patriotic- at least no more so than your average American out there.
I played a small role, I was never even deployed.
But I was part of something bigger than me.
I was part of a family.
I was part of America itself and the amazing group of men and women who protect Her.
It changes you. It just does.
I don't look at flags the same way anymore. It's not just an object. It's such a graceful, stunning symbol of our nation. It honestly makes my heart swell a little when I see the flag flying. There's something about the red, white, and blue that inspires pride and reminds me what I was a part of.
At least it did me.
I don't come from a military family, and I don't suppose we were hugely patriotic- at least no more so than your average American out there.
I played a small role, I was never even deployed.
But I was part of something bigger than me.
I was part of a family.
I was part of America itself and the amazing group of men and women who protect Her.
It changes you. It just does.
I don't look at flags the same way anymore. It's not just an object. It's such a graceful, stunning symbol of our nation. It honestly makes my heart swell a little when I see the flag flying. There's something about the red, white, and blue that inspires pride and reminds me what I was a part of.
I found this tutorial on Pinterest a few years ago for making a patriotic wreath and absolutely fell in love.
Like in love.
