240 Years

We had friends over last night to celebrate the Fourth...English friends which feels slightly strange when you stop to think of the event we are commemorating.  It made me stop and give thanks that the bad feelings between our two nations didn't continue for too long.  It was a really fun night, a typical July 4th in England perhaps, listening to rain on the conservatory roof, being glad I chose to do BBQ chicken in the oven and hamburgers on the George Forman grill instead of cooking outside.  The day was filled with sunshine, though, even if the night was filled with rain.

I didn't take any pictures last night amidst the fun and mayhem of lots of children, but I did have a few from our celebration on a local American base a few days ago.

Last August our church went door-to-door with leaflets about Grace Church so people in the surrounding villages would know where we were.  One of those leaflets made it through the doorway of an American military family who never would have found us without them!  The Geis family then became regular attenders at Grace Church until they went back to the States this past spring.  Through them I met several other ladies at a Bible study on the base where they have so generously welcomed me and my family!  It was so fun to be able to celebrate America with fellow expats and to see a good fireworks show.  There were all kinds of fun activities for the kids, keeping them occupied until it was dark enough for fireworks, close to 10:30 p.m.  We watched Irish dancers, and there was a magic show.  I got a little tickled at the irony of being entertained by the English at a 4th of July celebration.

See you soon, America!