The fourth of July, every year, has been an event. You see, around here, near the train park, it comes early. They always have a concert on Sunday and then a firework’s show (if it comes on the 4th, that would work out great!)
I love the 4th of July because of what it means for our country. I think we’ve lost a bit of that with all the hoopla surrounding it meaning hot dogs, swimming and lots of noise. But, I hope to make it memorable this year.
Once again, on Sunday (July 1st), there were fireworks. I was hoping Tot would not be scared this year. I knew Coti would need cuddling but not Tot?
We went outside after the start (around 9pm),
and IMMEDIATELY she wanted to go in. She was shivering! Every year since she was 2 she has not been ready for the fireworks. This year was no different.
We came inside and cuddled with Coti with hopes (well, my hope) that we could go back out for the finale.
Meanwhile, we cuddled and they shivered.
Ok, so can we go now? We did and boom! Nope. OK, you two.
We’ll have more fun on the actual 4th.
I love you both.