There is something about living in a foreign country that has made me a lot more patriot than I used to be. The last time I went to the states to visit my sister, it had been about six months before I had been in the good ol’ US of A. I actually cried when I saw US soil, and when the plane landed I held my hand to my heart and hummed the national anthem! What a dork huh? Well, living in Haiti I have never been more thankful for America. Yes, we still have our issues too, we all do, but I sure am thankful for the land of the free and the home of the brave.
This is our first Fourth of July ever not being in the States. We happened to be visiting last year at this time, and so we got to enjoy the usual bbq, family and friends, and of course fire works. Funny too, cause it’s the pry the first Fourth of July that I have felt so patriotic, so blessed and grateful for being an American, and really sitting down to ponder how much was sacrificed over 200 years ago that made us the nation we are today.