We spent our afternoon at a National Cemetery sharing with the boys about the cost of freedom. They know the cost all to well when Ron spent a year away from us in Iraq. They grew up a lot that year. I believe it has made them stronger and more faithful. We were among many today who were searching for loved ones pacing through the perfectly aligned white tomb stones. We found their Grandfather. It was a perfect place to pray for our Soldier's, for the families, for our Blessed Nation, for all those who are hurting. For Peace. God Bless America.