I love the Fourth of July. For several reasons. It makes me nostalgic. It was the first date William asked me on 23 (seriously? how can this be?) years ago. We saw Dead Poets Society and then went to the same K town fireworks we take our kids to now. I love that it is a holiday that has such consistent traditions that are relatively easy to pull off. All that time I spend getting ready for Christmas? The shopping, crafting, baking, wrapping etc? It really doesn't create a better memory than the one I always hope for on the Fourth. The one were we all end up piled on a blanket together, safe and happy watching fireworks.
So here is one of our traditions. Every year I take four bottles of paint, a paint brush, a water bottle and a paper towel and we paint faces while we wait for the parade. Rules are it has to be those colors and within my abilities. Preferably patriotic. Matthew's flag.
Well, it is after midnight now. The Fourth is officially over for another year. But it really was as Matthew put it, "one of our best ones ever". That is why I had to stay up late and write this down. Because today was practically perfect and let's face it not all days are. Someday I may need to remember this perfect day in detail. Because today I have it all. My family, who are all here and healthy. My home, community and friends. And this beautiful country. Yep, I am truly blessed.