The best thing part of the Fourth of July is that the day means something different, something unique, to every American.For some the Fourth is about tradition - the annual get together in the backyard, marching in the big parade, BBQs, fireworks, baseball and apple pie.
For others, the day is a celebration of our nation's history. It's about learning our country's past, the struggles of our fore-fathers and the sacrifices made so that freedom could reign. We remember those who serve - past and present - to keep us safe.
And for others it is about freedom. The freedom to speak, think and believe any way we want. And, just like our ancestors, there is also the promise of freedom to so many who want to make America their home.
That's what is so GREAT! The Fourth means something different to everyone and we have the freedom to celebrate it in the way that means the most to each one of us.
So, what does the Fourth of July mean to me? Well? Meatballs. Let me explain...
The Fourth was one of the few times every year my mom would make her legendary meatballs. And for my cousins – it was their only chance that year to get a taste. Even though she made more and more each year, there was always a fight over who got the last one. You kept one eye on your food and with the other, scanned the room to see who was going to empty their plate first. It was a friendly rivalry...and it brought us together as a family.
And that's what the Fourth really is to me. Family. Kisses from distant aunts and uncles (who's names I can't even remember), taking turns holding all babies born in the last year, potato sack races, getting soaked in the sprinkler regardless if you have a bathing suit or not, holding hands and covering your ears when the fireworks begin. It's about the little things we do to make this special day belong to each of us.
What are your favorite Fourth of July traditions? What makes the Fourth of July special to you?
3 comments:
My favorite 4th of July memory is from about 8th grade, in St. Paul, when one of the city's fireworks displays had an early rocket go up about 30 or 40 feet, then turn around, and dive straight into the magazine area where all the rest of the rockets were, and blow up -- the whole pile blew up in about 45 seconds right on the ground, the most spectacular slow-motion explosion you can imagine. Funny (for me) to see the guys who were supposed to be shooting them off running for their lives while the magazine exploded behind them.
Sparklers are my favorite memory--- I love watching the colors and I always thought they were my own special firworks....
Sounds like we need the meatball recipe!
I love the 4th of July. It is the best time to go see REAL fireworks! This is also time to spend a great evening with family!
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