happy birthday, america.

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.