Four years ago I spent a sweltering 4th of July in North Africa. It was a summer when gratitude for freedom stopped being lip service on my part. After a summer of Internet censorship, strict warnings not to discuss politics with locals (it would get them in trouble), and machine-gun-carrying reminders that my host country was not free, I came to understand more about what living in freedom allows me to do and to be. I am thankful for it. Even in times of glorious imperfection and spectacular disagreement, I am thankful.
I hope you had a safe and rich celebration with people you love. I know I did (and we only set one small shrub on fire).
In this next sequence of four – anyone want to guess what the top left photo is of? (Hint: Not a sparkler).