We hung out with bffs.
We ate cobbler. And PLENTY of other stuff.
Blew stuff up.
He let me hold him for the entire fireworks show...which was nice, it's been a while. This Mister isn't a Baby any more.
Each year we have a 4th of July BBQ and I love it. I love that I am giving my children the childhood that I wanted. Traditions and bffs and cobbler. I love that we have space to have everyone pile into our backyard and drink tea around the firepit and watch kids do goofy parades and laugh and laugh. I am blessed.