Saturday was Captain Cavedweller’s birthday. In honor of the auspicious occasion, a parade was thrown and much to-do was made.
Not really.
But we did got to a parade.
Captain Cavedweller’s mom and sister came for the weekend to help celebrate his birthday. So early Saturday morning we piled in the car, drove an hour and set up our chairs in anticipation of watching the parade.
Despite the fact we thought we might be fried like eggs on the hot pavement due to the warm temperatures, it was a lot of fun.
There is just something about a parade, especially when the community comes out in force to support it. Much candy was thrown, bands marched, floats floated, and horses …. well, they did what horses generally do on a long parade route.
There were cute little girls in pink-themed wagons, a cowboy band playing everything from a trumpet to a drum via horseback (The one with the drum must have a horse with the best temperament ever.), and old cars of every shape, style and make.
But I think my favorite part of the parade was the tribute the local firefighters gave to the victims of 9/11. It was heartfelt and touching and made more than one person teary-eyed.
It is in those sweet moments that I fully realize just how very proud I am to be an American.
She Who Is Saluting All Our Servicemen and Women and Sending Them a Big Thank You
