Let me throw it out there:
I love America. Unabashedly.
I love that we are a nation with a heritage of idealism instead of genetics. I love American football. I love that we picked such classy colors for a flag. I love that we invented things like country music and escalators. I love that we have at least 9 different biomes JUST in the continental US, and that you can roadtrip them ALL. I can't wait to see our team represent at the Olympics. (I still think "America the Beautiful" should have been our national anthem, but I guess it's a little late for that now.) I love the founding fathers. I've been reading the letters of John and Abigail Adams on the way to work every day; they are fabulous.
Also, I love cornbread. A whole heckofalot. (If you come to D.C., get off the Foggy Bottom metro and get some right away from Devon & Blakely's, on 23rd right before BTS. You will not regret it.)
4th of July in D.C. > 4th of July everywhere else.
Arriving downtown after shower #1, there was a samba band playing. See that guy in the wheelchair? I danced with him and kissed my hand. I choose to believe he was a war vet.
This girl. kills me. Nothing says 'MERICA like three wolves and a flag.
Parade. Lots of Asian floats. The great eagle took a nosedive.
(I pretended like I knew nothing about marching band.)
"Flags! Flags! Flags for a dollar!" Haylee and I were helpless.
Lunch. Shower #2. Rest.
The Jefferson Memorial is my favorite. I like it because it overlooks the water and because it has the best architecture and lots of great quotes that acknowledge God.
Baby, you're a firework.
We walked home. Ate popsicles. And I took shower #3.
I didn't think much could top last year's hot air balloon festival and free front-row tickets to Stadium of Fire where I saw David Archuleta in the flesh [press pass hollah!]
...But that was before I decided to come to D.C.