Today you turn 237. Looking good, girl. Looking mighty fine.

For all your faults, ‘Merica, I still love you. I can’t imagine having been born or raised anywhere but here. I know there’s beauty I’ve yet to discover all over this amazing world but I get to claim you as my home and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You aren’t perfect, no, not by any means. Some say you still have a long way to go to being even halfway decent to those who just want to love you. With that said, I can’t even begin to explain how lucky I feel to be afforded the privilege of taking for granted what some people have to pray for.

Thanks for making it relatively easy to follow my dreams. Thanks for taking care of my mom. Thanks for everything.

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