Friday, July 4, 2008

Happy Day

I'm happy to report that I sucked it up yesterday and did my fifteen minutes of cleaning. Then I did lots more... and now my house is (relatively) clean. The best part is that Robert attacked our laundry pile while I did the kitchen and front room. It's such a motivator to me to have a partner in torture. Thanks, honey!
Yes, it's 6:25 a.m. I actually woke up at 5:20 a.m. by poking Robert and urgently whispering: "HURRY HURRY GET ME SOME BREAD PLEASE HURRY!!!" Yeah, good old morning sickness. Luckily he's a fast bread getter so all was well.
But then our cute not-so-little Bug woke up screaming, I thought because of the noise but later found out because Robert went in there after the bread incident, so I went in and put him back to bed. After that whole ordeal, I tossed for a half hour in bed and finally gave up. And here I am!!!

Happy 4th of July everyone. I love this country and I am sooooo grateful for it. I remember the first time I really appreciated being American; it was on my way to Ukraine, when I was fifteen. I was at an airport in I think Vienna (a layover), and the flight attendants were checking our passports (more like grilling our passports). Everyone in front of me endured a thorough, page-by-page inspection of passport, ID, ticket, everything. When it got to me, I held up my American passport to hand over. One glance at the American cover and they waved me through.
I was absolutely shocked. I admit I didn't look very imposing, being fifteen, and yes, still a brace-face, but it totally took my breath away. Every check was the same. At other checks, I recall there being other young people like myself... who would get "the grill"... but I would always just receive a glance and be passed through.
That experience made me appreciate the power and freedom of being from America. Times have definitely changed since then as far as airport security goes, but the fact remains that I am proud to be American, and I am grateful most especially for this country of freedom which allowed the gospel of Jesus Christ to be restored. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God, and that the Restoration happened here for a reason, because it is a consecrated, free land.
Happy America Day all. May it be a good one!

(Where I'll be watching fireworks tonight... THE Mall. Yes, I am excited!)

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