When my husband and I were dating we asked all of the “get to know you” questions. What’s your favorite color? What’s your dream vacation? What’s your favorite holiday? My answer was Halloween. His was Fourth of July. I smiled and knew that he was a keeper. I had never got that answer before. His heart was perfectly patriotic.
“You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4th, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism.” — Erma Bombeck
Today I reminded my kids that July 4th was less than a week away. They all exclaimed – almost in unison – “Fourth of July is my favorite!!”
Fourth of July is a birthday celebration. A celebration of hope, freedom, faith, family, community, sacrifice, hard work, dedication, love and patriotism. All the best things in life.
We celebrate with parades. We decorate our bikes and we ride down the street waving at our friends and neighbors. We throw candy. We salute the flag. We cheer for our service men.
We gather for community pancake breakfasts. We have neighborhood cookouts. We wear red, white and blue.
We sit around in lawn chairs, eating, laughing, story telling. Sharing experiences and memories.
The day is filled with kids playing and excitement.
The day ends with fireworks and a song. And for me, a tear. I always get emotional watching the firework show.
I am perfectly patriotic. I dream of good old small town fun. I crave the simple life, and for a day, time seems to go back to when freedom, faith, family, community, sacrifice, hard work, dedication, love and patriotism was all that matters.
That is why my family says “Fourth of July is my favorite!”