
We spent another low key Fourth at my parents' house because Josh had to, yet again, work on this holiday. :-( So we went swimming, ate lots of food and got to see my Mom's good friend from grade school, who she recently found lived in Branson! Such a small world....thank goodness for Facebook. After all our gorging ourselves on good food, we got all the kids together to head to the fireworks at the Mall. Then...Emaline AND Piper fell asleep on the way home. So, unfortunately for us, we had to cut our night short and when we got home and I got both kids into the house and into bed, Emaline woke up and the first thing she said was, "so what time are we going to see the fireworks Mom?". My heart just broke. After telling her we didn't go because she fell asleep and that Piper was down for the count she just started crying. Many years ago, when Josh and I were first married, we used to sit up on our roof and watch all the surrounding cities' fireworks displays. So, I thought, maybe Em and I could poke our heads out of my bedroom window and see some glittery lights through the trees. Thankfully, I was right and she got to see some rocket's red glare and did some oohing and ahhing of her own. It was actually a really great moment for me and her together. We then saw a bunch of the neighbor's grand kids setting off some sparklers and such and we walked over there to watch their show. They even let Emaline have a couple! Thanks Sheila ;-) Afterward--bed. I was pooped.
I'm glad that everyone enjoyed their Fourth this year and all were safe. Here's to another great year!