A Touching Ritual

I drive through the crowds of people and parked cars. People drive purposefully, looking for a space to park. Masses of people walking in quiet family clusters toward the viewing spots for fireworks. Children occasionally skipping or talking excitedly.

Everywhere a palpable feeling of connection within the families. A silent, peaceful, almost sacred connection between all people gathered and gathering.

An unspoken respect, trust and regard permeate the air. Parents bringing their children to this once a year ritual, when Americans assemble across the land.

To honor their country. To celebrate their family and the abundance of life. To share with their children the magic of beautiful colors exploding overhead. 

To be the parent they know their child needs them to be.