Sam and I went up to Eagar for the 4th of July weekend, and it was great to be home. There's nothing like the 4th of July in a small town. We were able to spend some time with my parents and with my brother and sister-in-law and their kids. It was fun to be together. The little boys kept us laughing, and Mom kept us well fed. I didn't always love growing up in a hick town, but I love what that town represents to me now. I'm proud to be from a place where everybody's family comes home for the 4th of July. I'm proud to be from a place where everybody waves at you when you drive down the road, where people ask you who you belong to because you look like your dad, where everybody stands and claps when the veterans in the parade go by. I'm proud to be from a place where most everybody goes to church on Sunday and you know who's going to bear their testimony before they ever get up. I was so blessed to grow up the way I did, with good friends and good neighbors all around. I'm so thankful for the heritage that I have and where I come from.
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Amen sister! I was so sad I wasn't there. I was literally sulking the whole entire day! Can't wait to see you in a week!!!! :)
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