On the Fourth we searched high and low
far and wide
for the best fireworks for our
little miss and mr. independents
to blow up
in honor our great nation's anniversary of independence.
Then we loaded up and headed to a friend's {front} yard barbeque.
We ate
and blew up our rockets with some red glare.
It was a sight to see.
Similar to 1776, you think?
After the party we headed downtown where more wonderful friends had saved us an amazing spot in the park to watch the city's bombs burst in air.
After chatting, congratulating, ooh-ing and awe-ing, watching, giggling, and snuggling with sweet new baby Hadley at the twilight's last gleaming, we blew our party horns one. last. time. before going home to dream of our independence day.
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