We spent the long hot day of July fourth in the water with family, soaking up the sun, the chlorine, and the SPF 60. Isobel’s been in swimming lessons so she can learn to swim like a big girl without her floaties–just like her cousins. She’s not quite ready to swim solo outside of swimming lessons, but it’ll come.
Once the sun went down we dried off and visited our friends for more eating and chatting, and eventually, patriotic-explosion watching. The best thing by far was the look on Isobel’s face as she watched the display. Like me she doesn’t tolerate the noisy fireworks all that well, but unlike me she kept shouting HEY DAVE, WHY DON’T YOU GET SOME QUIET ONES.
There were several kids in attendance and we gave them sparklers, or as well called them, magic wands. Each kid had about two adults supervising them, so my yearly firework-related anxiety was mostly kept at bay. I sure do love these people, and I’m glad nobody caught on fire. At least not very much.
If you are American then I hope you had a great fourth filled with bald eagles, cut off denim outfits, and banjo music. If not, I’ll happily share some of mine with you.