As I mention every year, the Fourth of July is my favorite holiday. I'll steal from my post last year to summarize why that is so:
Though our independence was hardly easy or bloodless, there is something in our celebration of it that is pure and wholesome. Just a day to be thankful for what we have and why we have it, to gather and eat and enjoy the sun, and later in the dark, the fireworks!
This year I headed south because there just really is no other place I'd rather be. Since both the parents had to work on the actual day -- which should be a felony -- we celebrated on the Saturday before. But it didn't matter as we still had the same good time consisting of great food, pleasant company, a cool pool, and plenty of less-than-legal fireworks.
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| Mom's picture-perfect dining room table decor. |
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| Snack table. |
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| Some of the decor. |
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| Red, white, and blue lanterns. |
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| One of the pinwheels that I staple gunned (!) along the pool railing. |
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| Dinner |
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Brisket
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| My red, white, and blue for the day. |
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| Joey wedged his way into my float. |
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| Sun was in his eyes. (I'm probably a bad sister for posting this.) |
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| Michelle and Joey |
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| Nieces and friend. |
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| Sisters |
We snacked, we lounged, we swam, we talked, we ate. And then we tried to keep all our limbs attached. But that's a post for another day.
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