Belated Fourth

I had every intention of writing something meaningful here on July 4th to recognize our great nations birthday but spent much of the day in a country home near Fort Worth basically stuffing my face (which is by the way an incredibly "American" thing to do).

Anyway somewhere in the midst of the the unbelievable home made hamburgers, peach cobbler, home made ice cream and home made potato salad, all which later that night led to some severe gastric distress (but i have no regrets)...

Somewhere in the midst of the fact that is was at least one thousand degrees after dark while i sat in a lawn chair and watched a neighborhood fireworks display which rivalled anything professional i'd ever seen...

Somewhere in the midst of being fascinated by the family (awkward 15 year old included) who showed up dressed head to toe in red, white and blue. Which i'm sure was insisted upon by the mother who by the way was one of those people who began talking as she was walking in the door of the home and did not stop, for one moment, for hours. Her husband on the other hand stood behind her and did not open his mouth, not once...

Somewhere in the midst of the food, the fireworks and the weird patriotic apparel, i was incredibly thankful. Thankful that i live here, thankful that some 9 years ago i was able to make the choice to become a citizen of this nation, thankful that my children, having been born here, will be offered a world of opportunities they may never have had elsewhere.

And last but not least. Thankful, so thankful for Mylanta.