|Lyons Cubs: 7.4.10: NOT enthralled by parade|
|Littlest Lyons Cubs: 7.4.10: wanting a nap more than another firetruck viewing!|
In any case, my Dad loves July 4th as much as i do. I kind of think of it as his day. He grew up in the same charming town where I was raised and he shares many of the same memories I now have. In addition to the the typical fanfare, our July 4th has always been a day for family and friends; I can remember my uncles coming over with donuts for the kids and big coolers of beer for the post-parade party. They would come at around 8AM for a celebration that started early and ended late. My Dad would man the grill for hours and in fact, he still does. After the parade, there is swimming and lunch and watermelon...
|"Thank God that loud scary parade is over! Finally, something to eat!"|
Of course, now that I have five kids of my own, the 4th of July, like most days, is prone to the shifts in plan that kids sometimes necessitate. Last night, for instance, we had to head home before the fireworks began because one tiny tot had a raging fever, our little miss had a tummy ache and our 95 pound dog quite literally jumped into someone's lap when the first firework exploded in the distance. Even so, it was a great day and I hope our kids will one day have as much fondness for July 4th as I do. I hope they come to appreciate freedom and independence in all of its forms. And, perhaps most of all, I hope they will put a chair out for me so I will always have a good spot to watch the parade!