Yesterday, Ace and I went to do a little shopping (something that it seems like we've been doing daily since we moved, because it's been almost daily). When we got to the store, there was a Veteran standing right by the doors giving out paper flowers.
I took one, stuck it in my purse, and felt humbled by the whole thing. Here was a day to honor this man, and he's giving away something to people.
As we were going to our car, I noticed one of the paper flowers on the ground. It had been run over. It made me sad.
After we got home, I stuck the flower I got on the fridge with a magnet. And that made me happy again.