Happy Birthday, America!

I didn’t know whether to post something sappy or snarky for the Fourth, so I’ll just say this:
I am an immigrant. I love this country. I love everyone in it. I love our collective genius and our untapped potential, 321.4 million strong. I love our institutions and our traditions, both the solemn and the stupid.
When I became a citizen in 2003, I swore an oath to support and defend the Constitution and laws of the U.S., bear true faith and allegiance to the same, bear arms (watch out!), perform noncombatant service (would probably be better at this), and perform work of national importance (ditto).
Much more than that oath, though, I made a commitment to make this country better with contributions that only I can bring (e.g., a passion for education, pop culture savvy, ALL THE DISNEY TRIPS).
Still, there’s more to be done to make our nation — our huge, complicated, diverse (a good thing!), intense, fun-loving, decent, kind nation — a more perfect union.
So today, as we eat all the hotdogs and drink all the beer and launch all the fireworks, may we recommit to doing all that we can — in our own unique way — so more of us get the opportunity to enjoy life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Happy birthday, America!