Happy Birthday to the United States of America!!!
Lookin' good after 236 years!
I pray we keep our freedoms and liberties for another 236 years - and counting . . .
Here's a little excerpt from The Healing Spell. Near the end of the book, Livie's older sister Faye gets married and since it's her fiance's favorite holiday they get married on the 4th of July and have fireworks at the reception in the backyard that sits along the bayou.
Just then, a rocket shot off into the sky, arching above the live oaks. It exploded into the air, shimmering with red.
“Fireworks!” Crickett cried, clapping her hands.
Another one exploded with a shower of white. Then there were red, white, and blue ones for Independence Day, then green and orange, pink and yellow, booming across the bayou.
“They’re beautiful,” Faye murmured. I watched Travis put his arms around her waist as he bent to kiss her neck.
I glanced away, feeling funny watching them, but then I peeked back again, curiosity getting the better of me. I wondered what it would be like to be that in love with someone. Since I couldn’t answer my own question, I went to go have another beignet and sausage. I’d just filled my plate and found a spot on the lawn when a tall, dark-haired boy walked up and sat down on the grass next to me. I looked up and stared into the eyes of T-Jacques Landry. I was so startled I swallowed a piece of sausage wrong and started coughing. T-Jacques thumped me on the back and then I took a gulp of punch.
“What are you doing here?” I managed to splutter.