I love celebrating the fourth of July. Some of my favorite memories from when I was young are of the good times we had getting together with our extended family or going to the lake, having a barbecue, doing sparklers and going to see the fireworks. For some reason, since I've been married with my own kids, it's become a less celebrated holiday in our household. I can remember taking the kids when they were babies to see fireworks a couple of times, but Chris has never been a fan of staying out late, dealing with crowds, for 45 minutes of flashes in the sky. And now, since we don't live conveniently close to many family members, and Chris works most of the time on the 4th, as he did today, we spend a quiet day at home, just us. We do, however, have the luxury of living on the parade route, so at least we get to enjoy seeing the community honor this day. I just love seeing all the flags and thinking about how lucky we are to live in this beautiful country.
