At some point in the evening, Isa decided that we had to sing the National Anthem for her French friends. I told her that I had no problem with that, but that it seemed a little unusual and that she should tell the French that this wasn’t part of our usual tradition. “We eat greasy food and blow things up,” I said. “We don’t normally sing, and they should know the proper traditions.” I was sort of kidding, but also a little bit serious. In thirty years I have never sung the National Anthem at a 4th of July party.
And then we sang, and quite frankly I was a bit moved. So moved that I think it should become part of my 4th of July tradition. It was a good reminder about just what we were celebrating.