A Memorial Day first for my family, and actually for me, too: visiting graves. My parents lived far from their families when I was growing up. I was excited to inherit my husband's family when we married, but then we moved away from them too.
Recently I discovered a great-great-great-(great?) aunt in my family history who moved to this area with her children. We found several of their graves, including my aunt's (above), and her youngest son's (unmarked, below).
We also enjoyed a surprise fly-by from some older military planes, for a memorial service nearby—and a mother duck and her family, which delighted all of us but especially Baby.
If the older kids are looking a bit somber in the pictures, it's because they were worried it's bad manners to smile in a cemetery!