It’s not lost on me that I live in a country where walking into a grocery store is a privilege. Where I can buy flowers with my bread and not have to choose if I will eat, but what.

In my great country where freedom rings, I’m free to think what I want and express it any way I choose.

I can read books by generals and degenerates deciding for myself their value.

I can walk on my own ground and grow whatever I want from roses to onions or add flamingos.

I’m free to build a business and hire who I want – whatever that business might be.

My friends can come in a rainbow of colors and share a seat next to me at any table.

I can openly oppose those who offend me and openly applaud my heroes.

I can write as freely as I can ready ANY book, blog or written work – whether I agree with it or not.

I’m free to build a business and grow it any direction with people I choose to work with.

With Freedom, ambition has no ceiling and nothing prevents me from giving my children a foundation.

As a family we can believe what we want, worship where we choose, and choose not to worship at all.

Where there is need, I am free to help. Where there is injustice I am free to congregate, where there is pain, I am free to lighten the load in my own way of choice.

To the men and women who have fought and died for the freedom I live in every moment of every day..I thank you, my children thank you and my children’s unborn children thank you.

One day I hope you no longer have to die for freedom and that your work is only to defend peace.

Until then, to you and your families – for the harm it has caused you, for the pain it has given you and for the bravery you have summoned on our behalf, it is not for naught.

Every loaf of bread that is served in this country carries the nourishment of freedom and its importance.