The fourth of July always takes me back to the family picnics on the red rocks with Grandma and Grandpa Johnson. And to the little parade in teeny tiny Parowan, Utah with Grandma and Grandpa Stubbs. It reminds me of family, barbecues, and standing on the side of the road waving my miniature flag. But today I am remembering other things… today I am so grateful for my freedom, and for all those young men and women who fight to protect that. I am grateful that I have access to education, freedom of speech, thought, and religion. Pictured top left is my Grandfather, Blaine Hart Johnson along with his three brothers. Grandpa Johnson was one of the greatest men who ever lived. He had such a contagious, joyous spirit about him. Today I remember him; and all those who fought, and continue to fight for our freedom.
“You can’t separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.” – unknown
Happy 4th of July!