This was our first adventure, the Provo Freedom parade. And Claire got to go with us, because it took place early Monday morning.
There is nothing like a small town parade marching down the middle of an old part of town, to celebrate the 4th of July. The buildings, the floats, the crowd, the bands, and sirens .... there's so much energy.
I wish I could tell you how I felt as I sat there watching -- deep patriotism mingled with deep gratitude. I started crying the minute the war veterans made an appearance in an old army jeep and it got worse as the boys scouts marched by holding flags, and bag pipers followed playing Praise to the Man.
I love this country.
Thank you to all who serve on my behalf. I am grateful for you.
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So fun that you're in Utah! We love the Freedom Festival parade -- I was bummed that we missed it this year because we're in Washington.
there is nothing better than small town festivities! i was so bummed we didn't make it back to nebraska (again) to celebrate the 4th! it is the best in the little town that i grew up in!
looks like you guys had a blast!
How long are you in Utah? Maybe we could meet for lunch on Friday?
HEY! You were sitting across from me at the parade! I was over in front of Lund Optical. All 200 of off in front of the store. It's a small world!
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