I had the privilege of celebrating the 4th of July this year at the National Archives: a fancy breakfast, special viewing of the Constitution before the Archives opened to the public, and VIP seating for a public reading of the Declaration of Independence. We, the crowd, booed King James as Thomas Jefferson read the Declaration's lists of grievances.
Afterward, we trekked down to Capitol hill to meet friends of ours from Latvia for Mexican food. Which, now, looking back, seems vaguely unpatriotic. We should have gone for burgers and apple pie. Regardless, it was great to catch up. As we metroed home, I felt very virtuous watching the hoards of tourists head toward the mall. No fireworks for us this year, just a laid back barbecue at my sister in law's house.
Having spent almost every Independence Day overseas these past six years, being at home for this one was a real treat. Although my schedule seems impossible right now--juggling work, working frantically, and coming home to equally frantic children, there is just so much to love about being home.
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