Dear Baby Girl,
Your father and I celebrated Independence Day with a weekend
at home and an empty house. Such weekends are limited these days as we get
closer and closer to d-day (due date). In fact, this was officially our last
Independence Day independent from your presiding rule.
The fourth of July fell on a Monday and it rained all day.
We didn’t make it to the fireworks mainly because a) it was raining and b) we
didn’t have a little girl to impress. But we will next year, when you will
likely witness the nation’s most patriotic fireworks display from the very spot
where your father and I got married. This year, we just went to the movies.
BUT, so as not to balk on holiday spirit, we did see “Independence Day: Resurgence.” Not quite the same spunk as
the 1990’s original (which we shall watch together as a family, in total
silence), but it was entertaining nonetheless. Also, getting out of the house
gave me the opportunity to showcase my outfit:
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| You see, the shirt is funny because it's as if YOU are saying it! We are 27 weeks here. |
Now, for life lessons… time for Momma to preach a little
bit, Baby Girl. Independence Day is perhaps America’s single most important
holiday, and it is very meaningful to me personally. Not because of the parties
or the barbeques or the red white and blue attire (all of which are awesome, by the way), but because of
what it represents. Our forefathers fought for freedom from oppression and
tyranny. They fought to create their own set of rules, an independent nation, a
government run by the people and for the people, and they established a new democracy
such that the individual rights of each citizen would always be preserved.
This is the most important lesson I can ever teach you. Don’t
ever let anyone tell you what to do or how to think. You are going to be Dad
and my greatest most proud accomplishment. Your personality, values, dreams, views,
opinions, and overall individualism are qualities I want you to hang on to
tightly. Of course I want you to make friends, have fun, get married… all of
that. But remain independent, always.
It’s what this country was built on and it’s what we as Americans live for. AND
it’s why we love you so much.
(Qualification: you can go ahead and let your father, me,
and closest of kin tell you what to do at least for a few years… THEN, strike
off young one, the world is your oyster).
Happy Fourth of July my dear! I absolutely can’t wait to
meet you in person and watch you become someone truly special.
Love,
Mom
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| 27 weeks from all angles |
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| What's more American than banana cream pie? Strawberry shortcake is generally the 4th of July tradition, but I had bananas, not strawberries. |
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