This year marked a rite of passage for my eldest, who lit off every firework by himself with no direct adult supervision. He took the responsibility very seriously.
Leah immediately became friends with the neighbors granddaughter.
We were all so pooped from the rest of the days activity that we unanimously agreed to start fireworks at 8:15, and by 9:00 we were on the road for home. It was still light out...
These people are my tribe. It never gets old being able to just pop up the road to hang with Grandma and Grandpa. Someday Grandpa will smile for a picture.
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