I love the Fourth of July. Always have. Happy Birthday America!
My parents’ town always does right by the holiday. Big town parade. BBQ downtown. Fireworks.
Maybe that’s where my love for the holiday started.
Lee Greenwood’s God Bless the USA never fails to give me goosebumps.
Our town plays it right before the fireworks.
The patriotic spirit in the air.
Wherever you look.
Everyone remembering how very lucky we are.
BBQs. Corn on the cob. Burgers on the grill. Picnics. Fresh lemonade.
Had a wonderful day with my kids and Mystic’s family.
He was brave and cooked for all of us (seven!).
Three vegetables even hit the table.
Which might even impress me more.
He didn’t want any help from me.
Love that too.
Madeline’s scared of the noise from the fireworks.
Which we found out this past Thursday.
Tonight we discovered the perfect solution.
We watched them from the car. No noise. All the beauty.
I’m hoping next year she’s not as scared of the noise.
So we can watch them on the field.
With the colorful display right over us.
And Lee Greenwood fading in the background.
Hope your holiday was just as spectacular!
As Nick would say, “peace out!”