The 4th of July is one of the holidays that I just love. For one, I love summer. I love being outside and sitting in the sunshine. For another thing, I love cozying up and watching fireworks light up the sky.
This year, did not disappoint. HJ and I spent the fourth running around poolside. That evening, we went to a friend’s house to cook out, run around some more and light some sparklers. HJ and I got home at a decent time, because the next day we were heading to my friend’s lake house. We always have so much fun visiting them at the lake, and even a morning of rain didn’t change that. We even got to watch an amazing fireworks show while bundled in sweatshirts and laying on a boat. ‘Merica.
I am one of those people who tears up during the national anthem, and belts out “Proud to be an American”. I saw a few comments on my facebook feed that said things along the lines of, “American’s partying it up, forgetting that soldiers died for them to do so”.
I wanted to comment, but I tend to not want to get people all feisty, especially on a holiday. But the thing is…the soldiers fought so that American’s can do those things. We are able to have cook outs, and firework shows and hot dog eating contests, because of those who fought for us.
I know someone who travelled to the USA by walking from Ecuador as a 12-year-old with a cousin his same age, because he wanted a better life. I know people who left everything they own behind, and moved here so they could live in the best country in the world. I know someone who gets emotional while she talks about becoming a citizen.
A country that doesn’t monitor what radio stations we listen to, that gives everyone a shot at an education and lets us become overly involved in mindless shows like Keeping Up with the Kardashians.
I hope you all had a patriotic weekend!