I love the 4th of July. I love the patriotism that seems to leak out of every store, person, and home. I love the fireworks. Barbecues. Family and friends. Red, white, and blue clothes are put together, and we all remember how blessed we are to be Americans. To have freedom.
China hasn’t quite gotten the memo about how great American freedom and real hot dogs are. So, we improvise. There is a pretty large group of Americans that live in the small circle we call home. We all got together and feasted on fresh fruit, pork bbq sandwiches, baked beans, coleslaw, apple pie, and cookies. It wasn’t the same as what lives in my dreams, but it was priceless. To get to join together with people who speak the same heart language, have the same goals and struggles, and celebrate the freedom we all left behind leaves me a little speechless.
I am thankful.
I am also thrilled to say that we have reached our language goals and are moving next month! Tomorrow, Cameron and I fly out to our new city to find an apartment and begin preparing for the big move. The girls are staying with a friend for the next week…we have really awesome friends. And we are not thinking about how much we are going to miss all these friends. I mean, how often do you have people in your life cheering you on, leaving gifts in your home for you to enjoy when you return from a trip, taking your kids so you can have time to yourself, treating you to a massage to help you get through a stressful time, hugging you when you’re falling apart, and just loving you with everything they have.
I am blessed.