I’m usually not a big fan of the Fourth of July. I strongly agree with the sentiment of honoring the flag and our right to freedom; however, I just can’t recall ever truly enjoying the holiday. When I was single, I always felt pressure to have a date to watch fireworks (ha) and once Marty and I were married, neither of us found ourselves dashing to the local fireworks only to sift through crowds to find ourselves a seat on the ground.
All that to say….
Yesterday was a great day.
We made a (very) last minute decision to attend the Bexley parade. I’m so glad we did. It was our original intention to meet a friend there; however, the morning felt like a lazy one and we almost canceled.
Watching a parade with children is different level fun. I loved watching Charlotte gaze at the floats and chase after thrown candy as I once did as a child. Martin was waving and dancing away to the music. Precious. Just precious moments.
The rest of the day was spent in typical tradition – grilling out with my parents at their house.