I have often written about how much I love America and am grateful for all this country has given me and my big fat Cuban family.

It just doesn’t get any more wholesome than that. It was like being in one of those cheesy and heartwarming old-timey Coca-Cola ads.
Oh, the Cubanity!





Living with 3 kids under five made us re-think the idea of going to one of the crowded fireworks displays, but lucky for us the neighborhood pushed back HARD against the no-fireworks ordinance and we got quite the show right from the front yard and could see some beautiful fireworks from the balcony upstairs. So grateful for that!

One year old Molly was in bed before the sun even went down. Full disclosure: I was ready to crash out myself. Parade-walking kinda took my last bit of energy. Shut up. I know.

Max and Logan were amazed by the sparklers, which is always my favorite part of the whole Independence Day Shebang anyway, but that’s not important right now.

















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