My favorite memory of Fourth of July: celebrating my grandfather’s birthday in his backyard with a pool party. Family was in abundance. There were grilled hamburgers and hot dogs. Macaroni salad. Push ice pops and sparklers. My fingers were wrinkled from swimming all day with my cousins. My skin was kissed by the sun and my freckles were out in plenty. Music was blasting from the tiny RCA radio. Man….the good old days when life was simple as a kid!
I hope to create memories like that for my boys. When Josh was little and Gavin was hardly a year old, we went to the beach for the 4th. Now that we live in our quaint little Mayberry of a town, we stay home and did the small town celebration – soap box derby race, parade and gathering of friends for a semi-professional fireworks display. Each year I realize how more and more blessed we are to have all that we do.
Our 4th in pictures:
Happy birthday to America and to my grandfather up in heaven.