(Pretend you are reading this on July 6th and you are amazed at how on top of things I am that I already have my Independence Day post up. Okay, begin.) One of my very favorite holidays? The 4th of July! I love it, it's great. I always dream of spending the morning hanging out on the sidewalk as I watch a fancy parade, followed by a few hours meandering through some type of festival (because I honestly ADORE festivals - all of them - ask Rob), going home to grill something delicious for lunch, (after waiting the mandatory half hour) going swimming, and then of course, topping off the evening with some incredible fireworks. In all 30 years of 4th of July's (can I write it like that?) I've experienced, it has never ever actually happened that way. But a girl can dream right? One thing I absolutely do not believe in skipping are the fireworks. I'm kind of ridiculous about it. (Again, ask Rob) I. want. to. see. fireworks. And not the dumb kind that you light off your self. Because they are dumb.
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| The girls in their cutie pie outfits (you would not believe all the crying and tantrums I went through to get ONE good picture of this. ) |
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| I'm tired and the fireworks still haven't started. |
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| Aaaaaaaaammmmmaaaaazzzziiiinnnggg! |
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| And then they got a little loud |
