Growing up, this holiday meant a patriotic concert in the park, watching fireworks in our pajamas, and cookouts at my grandparents. It was another Welcome, Summer holiday and another family event. As I grew older, July 4th continued to have similar memories, but I appreciated the sacrifices of our armed forces, and get teary-eyed when we salute our veterans during the songs.
After spending over a month and a half in Ukraine, without our children, working to bring an abandoned child home to our family, this holiday has greater symbolism than ever before.
She's been given opportunities, rights, and privileges here.
She's been given a family, who loves and embraces who she is. Her inquisitive nature, and her orneriness.
I'm seeing everything through new eyes, and it's an Amazing Journey I'm Embracing.
Happy Birthday, America.