The Perfect Weekend

I love the 4th of July. It is one of the most perfect holidays, in my opinion. Summer is fully here and beautiful. I get to sit in one of the most beautiful locations on earth with friends and family and laugh and eat and snuggle with my baby watching fireworks. Lovely.

This was Sammy's first year seeing the city's fireworks. He made it last year until about 5 minutes before they started, but then slept through them all. This year, he wanted to sleep, but he had gotten so worked up about what noise they might make that it kept him awake. And after about 25 minutes holding his ears before they started, he decided the noise wasn't so bad and snuggled in with me under a blanket with declarations of "Oooooh" and "Ahhhhh" and "Holy Broccomole!" and decided he loved fireworks. He did say, toward the end, that he was tired and ready to go home. I told him to snuggle in deeper and close his eyes and he could sleep at any time, but there was always a bigger and brighter firework aimed to capture his attention instead. It was magical to see them through his eyes this year. Magical and sad, realizing that my toddler is such a boy and is getting so big. I'm already dreading the day when he's too old to stay snuggly on my lap, ooohhhing and aaahhhing over the magic.

The next morning, we awoke to the tune of the annual pancake breakfast calling and when I asked Sammy how he was feeling, he simply grinned and said, "Um...I'm feeling...pancake-ish". That is the perfect way to feel on a perfect weekend, I think!

**ok, maybe a less than perfect weekend considering I completely forgot my camera at all events. Sigh...thankfully, my lovely niece did not and got this pic of Sammy!



(no stars, figures on a beach)