I love the Fourth of July. It’s my favorite holiday.
For a little kid who was obsessed with Christmas for years, this is a big deal. There are no presents, no Santa Claus, less decorations when it comes to the Fourth of July. And certainly less build-up than there is to Christmas.
But there’s something special in the Fourth.
I’m not saying this out of patriotic loyalty. I am proud to be an American, but that is not where my joy in the Fourth comes from.
My family is very no-frills when it comes to the holidays. We celebrate, but not lavishly. Our celebrations for holidays usually last less than half a day. Quiet, quaint affairs in our household.
In that respect, the Fourth of July is no different. The location changes sometimes, but we never seek out fireworks or big parties or anything of the sort. Instead, we go to a neighbor’s house, sit on the deck, drink margaritas, and eat hamburgers. It’s not special, it’s not unique. We sit around and snack and talk and laugh. Usually into the night.
And I love every second of it.
I couldn’t describe why exactly. It’s calm and collected and surrounded by people I know and love. And maybe that’s it. There’s no airs put on. Just fun. And I always look forward to it.
What’s your favorite holiday, followers?
