It’s not even 10pm and we are obviously in for the night. Today we mowed the lawn, BBQed with neighbors, ate burgers and pie, thanked God for our free nation and for our food, killed at least three dozen nasty flies, sang the national anthem, and listened to Isaac’s made up national anthem.
Chris, Isaac and I snuggled up on Isaac’s bed to watch some neighborhood fireworks. Then a cloudburst sent celebrators inside long enough for Isaac to fall asleep. Happy Independence Day!
This is a rare 4th of July where we are not 1. Moving, 2. Deployed, or 3. Overseas! Maybe next year the kids will even stay up late enough to see a real firework show. But I wouldn’t count on it.