It was a wonderful 4th of July here. I think I am the only person in the world who cries at fireworks shows. One year it was when Hubby was gone to Afghan and this year because I was thinking of all of our friends who never made it home to see another 4th of July. They died fighting so me and my own could be free and celebrate what it means to be a free nation.
My Mom is still here and the Kiddos are soaking up the loving she is giving out. Big Man loved camp and our extra teenager is gone back home for the summer. I have some pictures and thoughts to put down. Just have to wait to get my life back later this week.