
Every July fourth holiday, I think about the
Sandlot. I just want Emma and Colt to
have special memories like the kids in that movie. Sure, America has changed a
lot, and we live in the boonies, but there are still a lot of special memories
to be made.
This year, we celebrated at Karen’s lake house. We got off
to a late start because Colt Buddy took a late nap, but we eventually made it
to the lake, ate hamburgers and hot dogs, swam and waited for the sun to go
down.
A lot of Karen’s family and friends were over celebrating
the holiday, so the kids were a little skiddish (they don’t love large crowds
of strangers ... even if they are the friendliest people in the world!). We still played in the water and then bundled
up around the fire while we waited for the fireworks to start.

The kids ate smores and then we did sparklers while we
waited for the traffic to die down a little. It was a pretty fun and low-key
day. It also seemed to be another reminder that we are getting older. We used
to host (or attend) a pretty big party and stay up until all hours letting off
fireworks and having fun. This year I couldn’t get back to my pillow soon
enough.
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