Some call it a party, others call it a moment to honor America's pride. I call it a tradition. Every 4th of July, my sister and I throw an extremely hectic party. Over time, each party has become more successful than the last one. To me, this is not just a party, this is a tradition that involves a madness. The madness starts 3 days before 7/4...In those 3 days, we clean the house, plan the food recipes, calculate our budget, clean the house some more, and prepare the food overnight. On the day of the party, I wake up early and work in the kitchen all. damn. day. Haha (: Even though I am drained of my energy by the end of the night after all of the fireworks have been lit and the crowd has departed, I feel that sweet tingling feeling inside of me, a whisper in my head that says, "We will do it all again next year."
I enjoy this tradition, this madness, and the birth of our country: the United States of America. <3
