My husband's family has a big family reunion on the 4th of July every year. Ron is one of eight children, and his father was one of eight children...so you can imagine how many aunts and uncles and cousins there are! And now the cousins have their own children and grandchildren, and a few even have great-grandchildren. It is a large group, even if only a portion of them attend.
Yesterday, for only the second time since we have been married (the other time I had a sick child), I didn't go to the reunion, this time because of the intense heat and accompanying humidity. (Have I told you that I don't do heat well? Oh, I have. That many times?) Ron did go, but the girls and I stayed home.
Well, we didn't actually stay at home. We spent the afternoon at Barnes and Noble (in the comfort of air conditioning because I am a wimp), reading, browsing, and drinking Frappuccinos. We all chose magazines to thumb through as we sipped: Bekah a bridal magazine, Kati a craft magazine, and me a home magazine. Go figure. Bekah had a gift card from her birthday, so she did a little shopping too.
After dinner, we all went to see the fireworks display. We had not been to see fireworks in years, as we're usually hot and tired from a busy day at the family reunion. Bekah did not remember ever seeing fireworks, although she had been as a toddler. (And unless you count last year when we could--just barely--see the fireworks from a nearby town from the vantage point of our front porch.)
Kati took her camera. Bekah asked to use mine...and she took (get ready for this!) 164 pictures of fireworks!! Yes, she did! She was thrilled with the event, thrilled with each and every blaze of color in the sky, thrilled to be able to record it! (It took us forever to download all those pics when we got back home. ~smile~)
Here is a sample of both girls' fireworks photography. A very small sample.
Every year on the morning of the 4th, my husband says, "Today is the 4th of July. Tomorrow it will be Christmas Eve." And he's usually right.