As I mention every year, the Fourth of July is my favorite holiday. I'll steal from my post last year to summarize why that is so:
Though our independence was hardly easy or bloodless, there is something in our celebration of it that is pure and wholesome. Just a day to be thankful for what we have and why we have it, to gather and eat and enjoy the sun, and later in the dark, the fireworks!
This year I headed south because there just really is no other place I'd rather be. Since both the parents had to work on the actual day -- which should be a felony -- we celebrated on the Saturday before. But it didn't matter as we still had the same good time consisting of great food, pleasant company, a cool pool, and plenty of less-than-legal fireworks.
|Mom's picture-perfect dining room table decor.|
|Some of the decor.|
|Red, white, and blue lanterns.|
|One of the pinwheels that I staple gunned (!) along the pool railing.|
|My red, white, and blue for the day.|
|Joey wedged his way into my float.|
|Sun was in his eyes. (I'm probably a bad sister for posting this.)|
|Michelle and Joey|
|Nieces and friend.|
We snacked, we lounged, we swam, we talked, we ate. And then we tried to keep all our limbs attached. But that's a post for another day.