Freedom

I've been thinking about everybody's different FB posts regarding the 4th of July and what it means to them- I was in bed,  my husband with his arm slung across my hip and our baby in my belly.
Some posts were ridiculous- Mentioning guns, beer and the pursuit of drunkenness; some were patriotic and mentioned those who have died for our freedoms or are currently away from their home and family to help protect us. All from one extreme to the next.

I am extremely grateful for everything I have. I am glad that I pay taxes- it means I make enough money to help support our family. I am grateful for dirty clothes and dishes- because it means we have shirts on our backs and  food in our bellies. I am grateful for picketing, hate spewing idiots- because it means I live in a place where my personal thoughts and beliefs are not censured. I am even more grateful for the loving, kind people who protest the haters- sending out messages of love and tolerance. (http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/the-upbeat/girl-westboro-lemonade-stand-140819768.html)

I am grateful for the change that I am seeing in the world. Women taking office, lots of different colored people everywhere, laws ensuring everyone's rights are protected beginning to pop up.
I am sad that it is has taken this long to get to this point, but nothing warms my heart more than seeing hundreds of LDS people hugging Pride participants at the parade or the pictures of same-sex couples getting engaged/married just like every other American has the right to do.

Way to go America! Keep up the good work :)

Thank you for your sacrifice sexy veteran!!