I spent many years dreaming that I would one day live in a quaint European village. Sometimes I feel an ancestral tug pulling me across the "Pond" where my genetic make-up began.
The older I get, the more I realize how much I love and appreciate the land of my birth. I have had the privilege of traveling to the distant places I've desired so much to see. And while I could see myself aboding well, nestled in a primitive, ancient villa, I am a Yankee through and through. Each time I return, I count myself blessed to call this country home. And I know, while my ancestors want me to see the lands of their birth, they also want me to know of their love for the country that they sacrificed all for to reach her shores. Not content with their countries, their laws, and their oppression....they longed for freedom. And not only did they want it for themselves, but they were thinking of their posterity...me.
It's in my blood, this love for my country. It is woven into my genetic make-up from a long line of migrating pioneers, who loved America before me...and for me. I am in awe of the privilege I have of being born and raised here. I am blessed beyond measure to be an American. With deep and humble gratitude I say...
Happy Independence Day, to My Country.