Tomorrow is the 4th of July.
If it weren't sitting right in the middle of the week this year, for most people it would be a day of parties, BBQ, beer, fireworks, and good times with their family & friends.
For me, the 4th of July has never really been about independence at all.
Thirteen years ago, it was a day about coming together. About finding a lost part of myself that I hadn't realized yet that I was missing. Yet, it was more than becoming the sum of my parts. I had found my home, my center - a place to belong.
I guess, it really was about independence in a way. My lonely heart was finally free from from its bondage. My soul learned to soar into the heavens much like a rocket in flight. Happiness rained down in a shower of sparks, dancing their way across my skin.
"Love is not always fireworks and shooting stars; sometimes it's a simple understanding and trust between two people."
So, happy anniversary, honey!
You are still the spark in my soul.
Thank you for teaching it to soar across the heavens unrestrained in a beautiful blaze.
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