Fourth of July baby. God bless America. As we drive home tonight looking at all the incredible fireworks going off on either side of us, I can't help but wonder if people even remember what this day is about. We are pretty friggin' lucky to live here...in a place that allows us to make whatever kind of life we choose for ourselves. It allows us to raise our children the way we choose, to have the freedom to say what we want and be who we feel we need to be. It breaks my heart just a little when I think about what our founding fathers would think of the country they pieced together for us. I hope. I pray we are on a journey that allows us to love each other, to look past stupid exterior blemishes & see people for who they are on the inside. I feel like so often what's being done under the cover of love or peace is actually soaked in greed and selfishness.
Oops. That was a soap box. My apologies.
I'll go back to being in awe of the beautiful display in honor of our country's birthday that's popping & sparkling all around us. I'll think back on this precious day spent floating with family & friends. I'll glance back at the sweet little miracle snoozing in her car seat & smile. I'll thank my lucky stars I was born a country girl who believes wholeheartedly in a God who has a perfect plan even when it makes no sense to me. I'll be thankful I was raised to love my Mama (& my Grandma) with my whole heart & I'll do everything I can to raise my daughter to do the same.
God Bless America.
Family. Dude, you guys rock & I become more thankful for you each year. Now, I'm off to love this girl, kiss my husband & hopefully fall asleep to the sound of our country celebrating!
