Hello, hello! Welcome back to ze blog of this bohemian. Please know going in to this post I love being an American (and have a pet peeve against those who complain about this country) and will thusly have a wee [long] paragraph about it.
As for our fourth, we spent the day together as a family doing what we love most: eating popcorn and playing cards. We decided to head downtown to watch fireworks (you have no idea how many years I have been begging for us to do this!) and packed a picnic dinner to eat while playing cards until 10 o'clock (aka, firework time. and yes, we did play cards for three straight hours. hand and foot is a loooong game).
^this is a typical family photo when we are out and about. selfies, family style.
^this is us. crazy, goofy, and wild. i love it, i love it, i love it.
There are times when I lay in bed, trying to drift off into sleep, and I wonder why I wasn't born a princess. Or a daughter of some Hollywood tv star. Or in Europe. And then when I am done playing my teeny tiny little fiddle I remember that I was born in America, with two parents who love me more than I deserve, with my own job, not to mention both my parents' jobs. Oh, and that I was raised knowing our Savior. How blessed am I? And how blessed are we to live in this great nation where we have so many freedoms? People complain all the time about this and that; about the government, about school, about work. And where are they complaining? On social media half the time, where, in other countries around the world, they could be jailed or killed for saying such negative things. We have the freedom to go to college or not to go to college, to decide what we want to do when we grow up, to decide how many kids we want to have, the freedom to marry whomever we choose-if we even want to get married. I mean seriously, so many of us Americans forget these small freedoms we have. And all because we live in America, home of the free. I think a lot of the time we forget how much work and sweat and bravery was put into fighting for these small freedoms. How many debates did our Founding Fathers have to have in order to agree on the Bill of Rights (let alone to even create it)? And how many more court cases have people fought to help clarify these laws and rights? Especially the ones with lots of grey area. All these people have fought to help keep America growing. To keep expanding her rights. To keep all of us equal (or so they are still trying to accomplish. but hey, they're working on it, aren't they?! once again, because of our right to question the government). That's why we celebrate the fourth. To thank those Founding Fathers and everyone in-between who have fought for this freedom of ours. By golly, can you tell I love living here in this beautiful country (yeah that too, you don't have to leave the country to see mountains, deserts, cities, plains, glaciers, OR prairies. it's all right here)?
So happy birthday, America. And much thanks to those brave men in 1776 who decided to take a stand for what they believed in. Without them, we would all be speaking with British accents and having tea time every afternoon (now that my family probably wouldn't mind...).
My confession: I am so in love with this country and so incredibly blessed to be an American.
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