Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Fireworks, Food and Family on the Fourth

Grandma and Grandpa joined our family for an Independence Day cookout.

Memaw prepared this adorable Fourth of July cake.

A neighbor kindly handed Cooper a few fireworks.
Unfortunately, he LOVED them.

Isn't that just what Cooper needs!


Chris, Collin and Caleb waiting for the Zionsville fireworks.

Cooper and I snuggled before the fireworks begin.

Caleb sung the National Anthem pre-fireworks.

Just two of the many fireworks that wowed our family.

Collin's first words yesterday morning were, "It's fireworks day!"

Yes, indeed.

We started our Independence Day celebration with a family cookout. Grandma and Grandpa Joseph joined our family in feasting on the patio. American dishes in shades of red, white and blue were served (think blue chips, tomatoes, blueberries...get the idea).

On Independence Day, I was grateful to be sitting across the table from my parents; individuals that take words like "patriotism" and "service to country" seriously. Many years ago, my dad wore an army uniform. Today, he's clad in casual retiree garb, but still bearing a dedication to serve. So, both of my parents have spent many hours of their retirement serving veterans, homeless veterans specifically. We're awed and inspired by their dedication and service to our country.

After dinner, our family traveled to Lion's Park in downtown Zionsville. We scouted out a viewing area next to the baseball diamond and plopped down our lawn chairs and blankets. As the sky darkened, fireworks burst. After the first one, Cooper let out a squeal. Collin, a fireworks newbie, looked amazed. Caleb and Connor bore expressions that said, "Cool."

I cradled Cooper in my lap, gazing up at the multicolored sky.

Content.

Celebratory.

Grateful.

When the show concluded, the announcer declared, "God Bless America."

Indeed.

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