And it makes me think of buttons that I wore as a child.
During Operation Desert Storm.
It makes me think of men like my uncle R.J. who served with the Marines. And had a difficult time adjusting to life back home afterwards.
Like so many other men do.
It also makes me think of my cousin David, who I didn't get to see before he left again.
Yellow is the color we displayed through our town when our men went off to war.
And again, the color that we bore when Alan Hornaday and Cody Culp made their first trips home after serving time both overseas and in San Antonio's Brooke Army Medical Center.
It also makes me think of the Purple Hearts that both of these men were given for their time, their heart, and their service to our country.
But this color also makes me think of yellow roses on a crisp white casket being lowered into the earth at Arlington National Cemetery...and of the ribbon worn by the mother whose child will never come home.
Yellow makes me think of sacrifices.
The big ones and the worst ones.
And yellow makes me thankful to all the men or women of any color, creed, faith or orientation that have made my life and all the blessings in it possible.
Ashley is a thirty-something wife and mother of two boys. She enjoys spending time with her family, as well as reading and decorating their home. Her blogging adventures began in 2006 as a single mother and have carried on through marriage and a new life with a husband, a ten-year-old, and an infant.