Last week was Independence Day. I spent the holiday with my wife, our two daughters, and a mixture of other family and friends hanging out by our pool, grilling hamburgers and hot dogs.
Later that evening, as it drew closer to dusk, we headed out to a nearby park to watch fireworks. We found a nice spot to park, opened the hatch of our SUV, and sat in the back together awaiting the fun. Even as a grown man, I still love fireworks, but I ESPECIALLY love watching my two girls watch fireworks. Their genuine sense of wonder and amazement fills me with joy.
As we settled in, I turned on the radio to a local station that plays a 4th of July-themed presentation to go along with the fireworks. Right after Lee Greenwood’s I’m Proud to Be an American came a deep-voiced man narrating various patriotic quotes and passages.
When he presented this one, it literally brought me to tears.
“The American dream i