On the 4th of July the year I turned 13, we had just moved from New York back to Texas. I was wearing a terrible floral print sleeveless blouse and jorts, and frolicking at a riverfront park while listening to the vocal stylings of Garth Brooks as he belted out “Friends in Low Places.”
My grandmother tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Garth Brooks is all the rage these days! Don’t you just love this music? I bet you missed country music while you lived up north!”
I laughed and agreed that it was just the best music ever, silently noting to myself to hide my Vanilla Ice tape when I got home.
On the 4th of July during my second senior year in college, I was working part time at a grocery store. I was wearing an awful maroon apron and scanning groceries for minimum wage while listening to the same seven pop songs set to muzak played over and over again.
A customer patted me on the back and said, “Gimme a pack of Marlboros please” as he bought and paid for enough beer to drown a small town.
“It’s a great day for a party,” he exclaimed.
I smiled and agreed that it certainly was, silently cursing him and all his carefree friends since I was scheduled to work until nearly midnight.
This 4th of July I’m living the life of a mom and a wife in Kansas City. I’m not wearing yoga pants today because it’s too damn hot. I’m probably in a sundress. My family and a few close friends are singing Happy Birthday to my soon-to-be-two-year-old son.
My husband will put his arm around my waist and whisper that he loves me, and I’ll be thrilled to have him home on a holiday for once. We’ll watch our kiddo blow out the candles on his cake and be glad we were able to fit in a small party for him while we had family in town.
Our friends will say, “More sangria please!” as we settle in to watch the fireworks from the park next door, and our little ones will race around the yard with glow sticks and splash in the sprinklers.
We’ll smile and count ourselves lucky to be free, silently thanking God to have been born in a country that, even though it has its problems, is still great.
Happy 4th of July, all! I hope you are having a wonderful time. Please be safe and responsible with fireworks and keep those who are in the path of all of the horrible wildfires in your prayers.
Oh! And I almost forgot. It’s Wednesday, which means #iPPP! Got a great camera phone photo to link up with us? Please do so!
This is my favorite from the week – a screenshot of a conversation I was having with my BFF about her young daughter’s dietary needs when Autocorrect suddenly made things awwwwwkwaaaaaard.
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