There’s always been something special about Fourth of July. I’ve loved it ever since I was a child. In fact, the kid in me never really grew up.
One Fourth of July, when I was 8- years- old, my sisters and our cousins would always go to our grandparents’ house.
We’d roast weenies and marshmallows, light sparklers, pop the champagne bottles that would shoot out confetti and streamers, and the infamous popping “dinky-do’s” that you’d throw on the ground. After that, the real celebration would start.
My family and I would often attend the local fireworks show. It took place every year next to a local mall and it was spectacular. The majestic sparks of spectrum would light up the night sky as Ray Charles’ version of “America the Beautiful” played on every radio in every car present.
When the lights went down and the sparks arose in all their unbridled glory, both children and adults, friends and foes, the pauper and the elite, are suddenly fused together, bonded buy one common thread: freedom.
It’s the same freedom issued by our founding fathers, from God Almighty, and those brave men and women who served and our still serving this country.
This Fourth of July, when you’re out on the lake or just spending time with those you love, never forget those who made it possible for us to have not just a safe and Happy Fourth, but a happy 365 days of the year.
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, to quote from something I read that is so true: “If you’re reading this, be grateful. If you’re reading this in English, thank an American Soldier.”
Have a safe and happy Fourth of July.