This past 4th of July had a bit of a surreal quality to it; I had this beautiful baby girl in my arms whom I had been wishing for since the last 4th when I found out I was pregnant with her, plus I got to watch my kids walk in their very first parade for their preschool.
Ever since they saw their first parade on Memorial Day and Em asked me about becoming a Girl Scout and Jax was intrigued by the infantrymen, I have imagined cheering them on in their first parade. Little did I know it would be just a few weeks later! It was the perfect parade route, only about a mile long, and since it was a zillion degrees out, we rewarded them with lunch in the air-conditioned Harpoon Brewery afterward to celebrate. They deserved a bit of recognition for such a big day!
The next day was the annual 4th of July Celebration in Quechee, which we attend every year with my in-laws. It was a gorgeous night and the kids were old enough this time to really enjoy the games, inflatable bouncy houses and obstacle courses, food, and fireworks!
We waited in line for an eternity for a balloon elephant and balloon sword, fought tears when they popped and over not being old enough to bounce with the big kids (Jax won that battle), danced in the twilight and waited patiently for night to fall and bring with it one of the best fireworks displays I’ve seen. Summertime at its best.
Every year on the 4th I miss my family in Massachusetts so much and remember the celebrations and family get-togethers in my childhood home. But now I’m starting to see that just because family is far away doesn’t mean I can’t carry on those traditions; only now, they are with my own family of five. Just because things change doesn’t mean they can’t in a lot of ways stay the same, and there’s no better time to remember that than days like this.