I think that my family is finally, collectively, exhaling. My brother, Andrew, has arrived back in the States after serving our country in Iraq for the past 10ish months.
When he left, I put a flag in the front yard and decided to not take it down until my brother returned. Every time I left the house or went to he bottom of the drive to get the mail I would see it and I would remember Andrew.
But he is home now and so I was finally able to change the flag! Now when I see the new flag I am reminded of God's blessing of protecting Andrew and smile at the thought of him finally in the arms of his wife again. God is good!