When I think of what the Fourth of July means to me, I think of fire…like, literal fire…as in, “Hey Dad, why did you set the yard on fire?” Or, “Hey Dad, are you sure you should be doing that?” Or, “Hey Dad, are you aware that you’re on fire?” Or, “Hey Dad, the grill just went up in flames. How done did you want that steak?”
Ringing in the New Year is an exciting time for everyone, but it holds an even greater significance for me, because New Year’s Eve, now, marks the day I married my best friend and forever love.
True, deep love is a privilege that is written in the stars. It is something we all reach for, but not something that can be forced. Just a few years ago, I said I didn’t believe in “true love” or marriage for that matter…and then, so unexpectedly, one man walked into my life, and my whole world changed.