Well, Independence Day (for the US) has come and gone. It got me thinking a lot about the freedoms so many of us take for granted, which ultimately led me to this quote.

I try very hard not to ignore or abuse such a poignant gift as freedom. I’m sure I could do better at times, but when I think of all the sacrifices made over the years, how can I not be in awe? How can I not be moved?

With the impact of battles hard won and losses too important to be forgotten, my petty hardships mean precious little. And my victories seem equally trivial.

So, this week, instead of my typical week-in-review post, I’ll leave you with the words of Oscar Wilde and the sentiment I think we all can relate to:

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?

And now, this…