Whoa, yesterday was fun. That is, until the snow cone–cotton candy–parade candy meltdowns kicked in. Whoa, that was not fun. Thankfully, though, fun is what happened in public. I don’t mind walking through sugar-hell on the occasional holiday, as long as the embarrassment is contained within my own home. Ha.
The 4th of July always makes me smile. Papa Bear and I were officially engaged on the 4th–although the fireworks were a little brighter on a roof-top in downtown Denver than they are in small-town northern New Mexico. A small town 4th of July is just the way we do things, now. And a cake-walk, bouncy house and games with your friends and neighbors is hard to beat.
(They wouldn’t let me scrub their faces last night!)
(This is downtown, now.)
Immediately after the parade (which Baby Bear and I missed due to the aforementioned meltdowns), we had the most amazing thirty minutes of drenching rain. It was wonderful, and also proof that God likes fireworks!
We watched the fireworks from our front yard, but I wasn’t organized enough to grab chairs! Oh well, this works well, too.
Then we went inside and had cake…because I’m crazy. But everyone slept very well last night!