It's Independence Day, but we aren't very patriotic around here. None of us like loud noises so fireworks aren't a big deal. (Besides the thought of Rachel around explosives is more than a little scary!) We don't decorate for the 4th. We don't even own an American flag. I'd have to say we're pretty ambivelent about the whole holiday.
I will quietly admit to pride, or at least deep contentment, at being American. After all, I don't really want to live anywhere else. I admire the men and women who sacrificed to help build America and who saw different and better ways to do things. I love the beauty of the Declaration of Independence and the Bill of Rights. But I am also always aware of the terrible injustices that have been carried out in the name of America. Our history, and our present, inspires both awe and shame. And I have serious issues with the whole We're No. 1, God Bless America attitude. My favorite piece of patriotic writing is Emma Lazarus' poem The New Colossus, the poem written at the base of the Statur of Liberty. The one that says "Give your poor, your tired, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free..." I'm thankful that America was here to welcome my ancestors and my daughters. So, happy birthday, America, and happy July 4th to people everywhere.
That being said, we'll join my family for a big 4th of July celebration this evening. The girls will wear red-white-and-ladybug (we don't have stars and stripes) and we'll probably decorate them and anything else around in the gaudiest red-white-and-blue we can find. After all, who wants to miss out on the opportunity for a party? More on the festivities later!