The 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays, second only to Christmas. No huge preparations, no huge meal---just simple summer salads, watermelon, and a kid-friendly barbecue. Love the fireworks, the cheesy parade, and the sense of community giving thanks for this amazing country.
Brian started fighting wildfire in the summer of 1992, so almost 20 yrs ago, and yet we've never spent a 4th of July apart...until this year. Crazy wildfires in Florida kept him there for twenty days. We did our best to keep up traditions without him. Aidan, ever the Cub Scout, remembered to hang our flag outside. We were four minutes late for the parade though...which in our little town means we missed it. Definitely wouldn't have happened if our timely leader had been here!
The boys still had a great time winning prizes at the free game booths and knocking down a high school football player at the dunk tank (Go Aidan!).
We came home for Nolie's nap time, a little Wii time, and then had some friends over for a BBQ.
Both dads are on the same fire team, so we didn't have a
pyromaniac fire safety expert on hand, so no big fireworks on the driveway this year. Just sparklers, which were fun enough before the big city show.
My favorite part of the day---a phone call from my dad, telling his grandsons how this is his holiday, how he is even more American than they are as he chose this country, coming here from Ireland at age 21 whereas they were just born here.
I am so grateful my dad made that brave decision, and so grateful to live in America. With all our faults, there is still so much more right than wrong here. So grateful for our rights and freedom and to all who have sacrificed so that we might have them!