I always cry on the Fourth of July. It usually happens while we're watching the fireworks, listening to some patriotic song. It's not a sad sob; they're tears of joy that leak out of the corners of my eyes as my chest gets tight. This is the kind of American I am; one who gets sentimental about what it means to BE an American.
I love our country. I love its purple mountains' majesties and those amber waves of grain. I love the Grand Canyon and the Statue of Liberty.
But even more than that, I love that we're a country of people who don't take ourselves too seriously. Honestly? The good old US of A rocks because we're a pretty cool place to live. Just look at the evidence:
Why do YOU think America rocks?
Image via Jeanne Sager
Something my kids handmade
A fun holiday at home with my family
Some time off!
Something just for me, like a plush robe