This May Be the Last 4th of July

With Micah preparing to move out of the country, I'm very aware of holidays this year. It's likely he'll be gone by the next 4th of July. That's why some impromptu firecracker fun in our driveway last night was so special to me. I had both my guys there, blowing up things like grapes that were ready to be tossed, old acorns that were lying around the yard, and empty beer cans. You know how boys are.




It had been raining all day, so I grilled the bratwurst in the house and set the dining table as a buffet with corn-on-the-cob, macaroni salad, chips, and watermelon wedges. When we went outside at around 9:30, the rain had stopped, but everything was still wet. Perfectly safe for the fun we had for the next couple of hours.





Other people in the neighborhood were also shooting off fireworks and from all over town came the sounds of some really big ones. From a tree in the front yard a bluejay cussed us out the entire time. The cat wasn't too happy with us either.

Finally, around midnight, a squad car pulled up in the drive and nonchalantly told us that what we were doing was a $100 fine. I didn't know that. I thought fireworks were legal here. We apologized and called it a night. The bluejay is quiet now.






It was simple fun, and it meant a lot to me to have both my guys together on the 4th one last time. How do they grow up so fast? Actually, they never really grow up at all, do they...