Taking a small break from author life to wish you a very happy 4th of July! I hope wherever you are, you are happy, you are cared for, you are able. And for those outside the USA, I hope you have what you need and are free to chase your dreams.
I sometimes wonder about life and my thoughts drift into 'what ifs". What if the greatest soccer star of all time was born into poverty so deep that they were never able to realize that dream? Or what if the greatest gymnast that would ever walk the earth was born without the use of their legs?
We are so much what we have been born into. Where we have been raised. Who surrounded our childhood. It molds us, and so many are born into countries of violence and uncertainty and fear.
Our country, imperfect as it is, has bled for this freedom. We have sacrificed brothers, fathers, mothers. To me, in my life, freedom has meant saying goodbye and not knowing if it was forever. It has meant staring at the ceiling through the night with only fear beside me. It's been sprinting to the phone in the early mornings just to say goodnight before he goes to bed. Freedom has meant listening to air raid sirens go off in the background of our phone call and having my heart stop. It has meant delivering a baby with his voice on the intercom from Iraq. It meant never watching the news. It meant breakdowns. It meant migraines. It meant so many tears.
Freedom is definitely not free. And I am grateful everyday that my husband is home with our family, but I know that he has been replaced with other husbands. With brothers, with sons. And I am so thankful for their service and bravery.
God bless the USA.
All my love,