What a great country
My Dad's side of the family (the Nunninks) are about the nicest group of people that you can possibly get together in one location. I think that they abused eachother so much as children that they're making up for by being extremely kind to eachother in adulthood. Honestly, I think that they'd rather chop off a finger than be rude to a sibling.
As the evening wore on we all went for a walk through the neighborhood. Our walk took us to the top of a huge hill, looking out over the town. It looked so picturesque, like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. You could hear fireworks in the streets.
It reminded me how much I love this country, all its problems aside. America is such a beautiful place. Not just natural beauty but the beauty of gathering with family. Of a small town where neighbors smile and wave. Of being free and able to live how we all want to live.
I'm very grateful to my country and God for giving me a place like this. I don't see how it could really get better.
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I had this same thought last night as well. We were lighting off fireworks at Mt.St.Mary's and watching the big fireworks at the fairgrounds and there were all these people out in our small town, I just got all nastalgic (sp?).
Mr. Spell says "nostalgic." Magnificently close, Sadie. You're right Levi, all the problems of America aside, we still have the greatest religious and cultural freedom in the world. With these great privileges comes a great sense of thanksgiving, as well as a greater urgency for prayer for those Christians in countries where it is illegal to be a follower of Jesus. I've often asked myself, would I rather be in a country of Christians whose faith is so magnificent because they are persecuted, or would I rather be here where safety and lack of persecution has led to complacency? My flesh screams out one thing, though my heart leans to the other. But that's just me.
Good post, Levi. You're right, that walk was beautiful.... However I found myself once again slipping into covetousness while walking by all those extremely cool, old homes. Blech. Sometimes I get so annoyed with myself.
Best part of the walk for me: Seeing how excited your Uncle Steve gets when he's getting ready to jump out and scare somebody.
Yeah, the Nunnink folk are interesting. It's hard to imagine that all these smiling people often shot one another, and used to pull each other's hair till their heads bled. But, that's what family's all about.
My little brothers and sisters fight alot with eachother, and us older ones used to do the same thing. Its funny to think that though. Because , for the most part, we get along really well, and are really close.
Amber, Mom: I guess childhood fights are no indication for how you'll get along when you're older. Looking back, me and Roz used to fight pretty heartily (along with the rest of the family. Sorry, Roz) but now we get along fine.
Simon: I hear what you're saying.
oooo. Mel and I just got "overlooked". Burn.
Just kidding.
I'm reminded of the best sister-fight ever. My sisters were in the pool and every time Sarah tried to tell Emily something, Emily would go under water. After about five times, Sarah grabs Emily's head on the next trip up to the surface and talks all mean to her right in her face.
Emily of course, pushes Sarah and then a fight ensues. I was laughing so hard watching them that I couldn't break them up and it was getting more and more intense.
My mom comes out and who gets slapped? Me--because I was laughing at them.
This was like two years ago.
Well, at least you folks didn't have older sisters who beat you up and dress you up in girl's doll clothes... this will take decades of intense therapy. Yes, it's a great country, warts and all.
Sadie: I think my favorite Stackhouse fight had to do with you babysitting, Sarah gone insane, a locked door and was it a knife?
Yeah, it's a good thing your ol' aunt isn't the over sensitive type, Levi. Otherwise I may think you're being sort of mean to me or something.
:)
I'm sorry but I don't speak to anyone with names starting with "M".
Jusk kidding, of course, my dear Aunt Melanie :)
Poor Bo. Kinda explains a lot actually. Man, you'd make an ugly girl if I might be so bold in saying so.
Levi--dearest one, that is yet another Stackhouse Sisters Escapade and yes, Emily and I DID lock ourselves in a bathroom and Sarah did swoop a knife under the door; reminds me of that scene in Signs...
One of my favorite fights with Rebecca (and there are many) was when she slammed the door so hard it got wedged in the door jam. We were screaming the meanest, loudest things we could think of. Of course 2 seconds later my parents car came up the driveway. Needless to say we became best friends trying to get the door open before my parents came in the house. On the second or third try I broke through and the damage was so minor I was able to patch it up right then. I can't believe my parents never found out and Rebecca and I were able to act like nothing happened. My kids will never do that stuff, right? I have another story but Rebecca might get mad if I tell it. Hey Rebecca, are you out there? If I don't hear from you within a couple of hours I'm going to have to just tell it. It's too good of a story to pass up.
Hello, Darling. I think I know what story you're talking about...
I thought I would but I don't have time to tell it now. If anyone wants to hear it let me know and I will make time later to tell it. I think that day was the hardest I have ever laughed in my life.
Ooo, I wanna hear!
I think I'm familiar with this sorted tale too. Does it have to do with, dare I say it?---mucus?
Good to see there are still people out there who still love God and country. I love America. I'm always bombarded with America-haters though and instead of fighting them, I feel sorry for them. They usually have more than I do too, yet take everything for granted.
We live in a wonderful country. Great place to vacation; great place to live. Last week was wonderful, driving around California's coast. I figure I drove the length of Great Britain twice over in the span of one week. It was marvelous.
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