I'm in Brazil having a red, white and blue afternoon. When I married my English husband I cried through my wedding because I knew I'd never live in the USA again. So God gave me my first son on July 4. Every year we'd return to Atlanta and celebrate with family and fireworks. My unemotional but patriotic father, who's 90, said today that those were the best times. My son is 35 and he just told me all the reasons he loves living in America. God bless the USA.