Ever since I met Faith, the significance of 4th of July has been hard to ignore. When we lived on the other side of the pond, enthusiastic Americans (as if there’s any other kind) would tell me that it was the day they kicked me out. I dutifully smiled, nodded and tried to move the conversation on. Yep… apparently ‘Independence Day’ is not just the day Will Smith kicked some alien butt, it is also the day the people of USA shook their guns in the air and declared victory over the Crown.
We have, ever since we’ve been married, celebrated the day with American food. I am quite okay with this. I mean, who doesn’t like hamburgers? As this was Adlai’s first 4th of July it was decided apt that he fully embrace the spirit of the day. Faith made some special baby meat balls and he wore a stars and stripes bib. The meatballs took a little longer than anticipated and Adlai was getting tired so he didn’t actually eat them until 5th July, but he seemed to thoroughly enjoy them and I’m sure Uncle Sam won’t mind.
