The fireworks start late at night and the crowds are unbelieveable. I was grumpy and ready to scrap the whole plan but Two Fish was insistent that we needed to do this night right. I'm so glad he is my partner in life and can pull me through when I am not feeling the festivity. I love these traditions and even when I don't feel up to the work that tradition often demands from a mother, I would be sad to miss a moment of the fun. We parked at one of my childhood neighbor's houses and hoofed it over to the park. We found a stretch of grass and cuddled up to watch the fireworks.
I grew up right next to the park and this city wide celebration used to be one of my favorite traditions growing up. This night made me feel like a kid again. It made me miss my house and the simplicity of being an eight year old. It reminded me of the magic that comes with childhood and it made me more grateful for this little family of mine. The firework show was fantastic and we all went to be exhausted. It was a good night for all of us.