They had been on the 3rd.
I felt awful, especially since the boys were so excited… and I've been an erratic emotional mess. Thank goodness for the random people shooting fireworks from their back yards and empty parking lots. We managed to find a great span of sidewalk in an empty parking lot where we sat on the curb to watch our own private show. The boys were thrilled and didn't know any better.
In the end, I felt like the time we spent in that quiet parking lot was a whole lot closer to what those "Rebels" fought for 233 years ago, a lot closer than the hype and headache, alcohol, and excess that so much of 4th of July celebrations have become.
But that's not quite the end of the story. This morning, I called in to the local radio station to relay my story for their "4th in 4 words" segment. My 4 words were: Day late — still okay. It won me a nice dinner out for 2 and a cd. 🙂 Of course, we still need to cover a sitter…
Hope your Independence Day weekend was a good one.