Well. it happened.
For the first time, we spent a 4th of July apart.
Savannah's BFF, Kiwi, the confirmed leader of the Giggle Gaggle, was born this day 16 years ago, and it was a celebration to be reckoned with.
I still had them at least pose together before she went.
She sniffed a bit too. We have done the same thing every year since Sammy was born. First, we watch Independence Day (since its release), because that's my idea of a chick flick. Then, we fill a cooler with drinks, pack up blankets and lawn chairs, haul out mosquito lights, and trek out to the airport behind the college to watch the display. The kids play tag and Frisbee, we set off some minor fireworks, and basically settle in for a lovely evening of family tradition that has spanned nearly 2 decades.
This year, my baby was not in tow.
Happy Independence Day. How Ironic.
The nest empties quickly. Make sure you've given them roots and wings.
I'm sure the future has a great many more juice boxes for me. They will just be for grandchildren.
Um, guys...? No hurry. Seriously. Take a decade.