Sometimes on the fourth day of the seventh month of the year, you have to throw all bedtime schedules out the window, load up your car, and drive to an open space. It may be necessary to snuggle your little ones tight as you watch colored balls of glittering fire light up the sky. You may cover their little ears when the loud booms thunder through the air. And all the while you rejoice because you know Freedom. And you wonder how you can help your little ones, so innocent, understand someday the true weight behind that word. Freedom. And when the last of the burning embers have flickered into darkness, and all that’s left is the smoke draped in the air, and you pack your kids back into the car several hours past their bedtime, your heart brims with gratefulness for those who sacrificed their lives so that you can experience Freedom.
And that, my friends, is something we should celebrate everyday.