Land of the Free and Home of the Brave

So long, city!

Husband and I have been a week's stay here.

Here, where?

Next paragraph.

Every 4th, we road trip to my family home and a house(s) full of nieces & nephews, brothers & sisters, aunts & uncles, parents & grandparents.

This week of the summer fires on my "looking forward to things" gene so crazily that I think husband decides that even though he loves me a lot, maybe he doesn't want to clone me after all.

This year we had a wedding, a family reunion, and a 60th wedding anniversary, all topped off by the 4th of July.

This is what I love about my family.  Go big or go home.

Except the "or" doesn't make sense.

Go big.  Go home.

Now that makes sense where I come from.

This is my land of the free and home of the brave.