These colors don't run

No, not we Frenchie, us!!

Sorry, random outbursts are always fun. So I decided to unveil a little about the reason I love the 4th of July so very much. Some of you are probably thinking, "I didn't even know he loved the 4th of July." Well, I do...and for the three of you reading this, here's why...

Growing up a military kid is something else. You spend a lot of time with your mom, friend's moms, and random patriotic acts. I still remember the summer before I moved to Washington, my dad was deployed (as usual) and my sister was with my grandparents. My mom and I were desperate to see some fireworks so we drove out to the coliseum in Montgomery, AL to watch a show. As an eight year old, seeing massive fireworks lighting up the dark blue sky while listening to the Star Spangled Banner, America the Beautiful, etc., it's a pretty cool feeling. For some reason I found myself to be more vulnerable and transparent than I ever had been at that moment in time. As the cracks pops and booms burst before my eyes the reason for the holiday struck a chord with me. I saw vividly the people who had given their lives for our country, the families that had gone without a father or mother, daughter or son, sister or brother through the holidays so they could protect us collectively. I really started to comprehend the weight of freedom. I began to see what the fireworks were really about.

So as I've grown up the 4th has been randomly emotional for me. Whether I'm in Spokane watching a show, sitting on a random person's back porch alone in the dark, watching some of my crazy friends set their hair on fire, or with somebody I care about...the 4th has some deep sentimental meaning...I can't really describe it, I think you just have to experience it.

So, 4 days late and to a very small crowd...thanks for your service. Air Force, Army, Marines, Navy, Coast Guard, Fireman, etc...thank you. We appreciate it and although we may not act like it at times, we value our freedom. May God watch over you all...