4th of July memories …
As the day ends and the sounds of fading fireworks echo into the night I am reminded of the times I’d take my kids to see them. I would bathe them, put on their jammies, pop up some popcorn and pack the car with pillows, blankies and drinks then off we’d go to watch the colors light up the skies. Before they ended they’d curl up in the back, fall fast asleep and I’d be left to watch the final pops, booms and sprays of red, white and blues ignite the skies. I’d fight the traffic home, carry them to their beds and smile tucking them in knowing that in the morning they’d squeal about all they had seen never remembering they fell asleep long before they were half over.
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