The 4th of July

At this point, the fireworks are iffy.

It rained heavily a couple hours ago, so we’re all waiting to see if the pyrotechnics will be shot off as usual. I hope so! There’s something magical about snuggling on a blanket with a little boy, long after his bedtime, watching fireworks light up the sky.

The boys did, however, get candy — and lots of it. A small town near here (and by “small town,” I mean small. They’ve just revised their population sigh to read, “Not many.”) that hosts an annual 4th of July parade. It’s nothing fancy — firetrucks, tractors, teenage beauty queens, a couple floats and a band — but none of that matters to the boys. To the boys, the July 4th parade is all about candy.

By 8 am, they had their candy bags picked out: a paper grocery bag for Boy #4, double-bagged plastic grocery bags for Boy #3 (“in case one gets a hole”) and a heavy-duty plastic library bag for Boy #2. Not that I blame them. The July 4th parade was always my favorite too.

Now, the candy has been sorted into little piles. Boy #3 has his candy in multiple plastic containers while Boy #2’s bag is heavily guarded and ready to take up to the fireworks tonight. (This child was planning the snack menu by 9 am this morning.)

They boys are currently resting up and keeping their fingers crossed. (Thanks, uncles, for keeping the boys entertained at our afternoon cookout.) With any luck, the fireworks will proceed as scheduled and we’ll oooh and aaaah surrounded by family — and candy.

Enjoy your 4th!