My husband has a soft spot for elderly farmers. My daughter has a soft spot for animals.
I have a soft spot for soldiers.
More like a gut-wrenching, tear-inducing, heart-bursting, deep affection, for the kind of person it takes to pull off the job.
I spent my weekend fishing at the river, roasting weenies, and laughing with friends and neighbors. I also spent the weekend seeing stories on the news, pictures on the internet, and flags on our small town streets. All reminders of the heroes who have fought and continue to fight to help make our sweet and easy little lives possible.
Words stop short, but my gratitude is never ending.
