Every time we cross the Bourne Bridge onto Cape Cod, I find street signs uncommonly welcoming. Brewster, Barnstable, Yarmouth, Chatham, and Wellfleeet are all names and locations dating back to the earliest days of our country's origins. I am reminded of the freedom sought by our ancestors with blood, sweat, tears, and hunger. All endured in joyful anticipation of a place where Christians could worship without fear of persecution. Our third son's name, William Bradford, is a testament to the respect we hold for their faith. What better place to celebrate our nation's birthday?
Before dinner, Grandpa gave the boys a lesson on the Declaration of Independence.
Happy Birthday, America. From here you look amazing and I love you.
We can't wait to see more of you this summer from our temporary home:
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