4th of July

July 4, 2008

I have to say that the 4th of July isn’t one of my favorite holidays - patriotism isn’t exactly raging through me. But as we were enjoying the fireworks on the beach in Mexico this evening, it occurred to me that the 4th of July is one of those holidays (unlike say, Labor Day) that makes you remember all the places you’ve spent past 4th of Julys.

I remember having sparklers in our backyard on the 4th of July when our family came over and always being a little afraid it was going to burn my hand. I remember watching the fireworks from our neighbor’s deck because they were higher up on the hill and had a good view. I remember my first 4th of July when there wasn’t an official fireworks display because I was in rural New Mexico and trying to decide if random people setting off fireworks really cut it for me. And now I will remember 4th of July in Mexico where I slept in late, wrote a sermon, learned some French, took a nap, ate some good food, and watched people set off fireworks on the beach - it will be a good one to remember.

Posted in life, reflections by Sarah