4th of July Memories

Last night was the 4th of July. As I watched the kids running around with their sparklers I thought back to my summer nights at my grandparents home. I grew up in So Cal where fireworks were illegal. I remember my Uncle bringing us the growing snakes and firedancers (the glowing fireworks that spin and change colors) we thought the were the coolest things since sliced bread.

As I watched Mikey's face light up in awe from the spraklers and giggle, laugh, and scream at the fountains I felt empowered being able to be in a place where he is able to enjoy the holiday to it's fullest. There is something patritoic and nastalic about seeing kid's running around in streets with the sparklers. I could just see myslef in a norman rockwell painting. And I think that America needs more moments like that.

Here are some pictures of the kiddos from the 4th! And yes that is a Mohawk on Mikey. He wanted to be a rockstar :)