Before I begin an account of what I did today, I think it is imperative that I stop and say a little something about what this day means to me. Don't worry, it won't be essay length (that is for another time).
July 4th has always been a special day for me, and the older I get the more meaningful it becomes. The way I celebrate it might have influenced this. For as long as I can remember, my family has always spent the morning and early afternoon finishing decorations around the house and yard: streamers, bunting and, without fail, an American flag. Sometimes occasional rushed trips to buy last-minute fireworks have been made.
The part I really love, though, is the actual celebrating. We've gone to friends houses in the past, but recently our Fourth has taken place in our neighborhood cul-de-sac. One family opens up their entire house - people move through at least three different rooms with tables for dessert, fruit salads, chips, etc. Outside, people mill around the grill and just talk and catch up with their friends. Last year there must have been a steady crowd of at least 50. Fireworks are always a highlight, but there is something even more special about July 4th for me.
You see, our neighborhood has a good number of military families, and a few of the men were been deployed last time this year. Everyone gathered around at one point and these men and their families were recognized - the sacrifice of thousands was brought to a personal level right then. I all-too-frequently take my blessings and liberties for granted; on July 4th, I am reminded just how fortunate I am and how Much I truly love my country; to be sure, problems exist in America, but It is still the greatest country in the world to me. I've been traveling a little bit and can compare other countries - they just aren't the same. On this day, I hope that you will take a brief moment and remember the men and women who have allowed for July 4th celebrations over the years. May God continue to bless America.
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