7/5/18

The 4th.

We rummaged closets for our best red, white and blue, and headed to the parade. For the first time, Hugo joined my parents in my dad's Model T - a tradition we carried through my childhood. And to top it off, a barbecue with family, tiki torches, flag cake.

It's never, ever lost on us that we could have been born anywhere else. That our obstacles could have been many, our dreams bigger than possibility, our fortunes grim. That we were born in the United States of America is a privilege, and we can and will continue to find ways to share what we have, and make it count.

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