Fouth of July has a new meaning

Yesterday was the Fourth of July. We didn't do anything special. We nested a little. Jason finished installing child safety locks around the house. I cleaned and organized. It seemed like your run of the mill Sunday at first thought. Then I realized something. Not only would this be our last Fourth of July by ourselves, but next year it will have a whole different meaning.

I love our country. We live in a special place. This is a country who will allow me to bring home our baby, Sophie, and give her citizenship. That is the best gift this country could give!