Today we gather all across America.
Flags will wave from porches and tiny hands. Kids will laugh and run through the yard. Town squares will fill and neighborhoods will glow as fireworks shine over driveways, city parks, ballfields, and pastures.
And beneath all of that, beneath the smoke and the music and the red, white, and blue, something powerful tugs at our hearts.
America.
This country.
Our country.
This strange, implausible, beautiful, great country.
Two and a half centuries ago, fifty-six men signed their lives to a document that no government on earth had dared to write: that all men are created equal, and that a responsible people could govern themselves.
The Declaration. The Constitution. The Bill of Rights.
They put words to a promise that stirred in the soul of mankind.
Then they got to work fulfilling that promise, fighting for that promise. Building towards it.
Exceptional people with extraordinary courage built this nation. Farmers, doctors, mothers, fathers, dreamers, and doers. People who looked toward the horizon and believed that more was possible. Every generation added a plank to our house.
But those before us did not merely leave us a monument to admire. They left us a challenge. A responsibility.
Because a nation like this does not exist naturally.
It must be stewarded.
By fathers who lead. By mothers who protect. By those who keep building when it would be easier to quit. By soldiers and teachers and firefighters and pastors and ranchers and craftsmen and ordinary neighbors. By the man who tells the truth when lying would profit him. By the woman who raises children with discipline and tenderness. By the citizen who serves, forgives, works, prays, sacrifices, and does the hard thing because the easy thing would make us weak.
That is the core of America.
Not just the eagle and the anthem and the rockets bursting in air.
The daily responsibility, the work of keeping a country.
Tonight I’ll be standing in front of the Washington Monument with my wife, watching the fireworks burst over the Lincoln Memorial. And I’ll think about those that walked this path before us. About you. About us. And the great responsibility that rests on our shoulders.
What a thing to be handed.
What an honor.
So, this year, wave the flag. Hold your hand over your heart. Hug your people. Watch the sky light up.
And remember how rare this is.
Remember what is asked of us now.
God bless America.