We spent last night with our friends from My Kinda Rain. Miss Lori is one of those moms who always outdoes herself with food, party favors, and kidlet activities.
But, when it comes to the 4th of July, none of that matters to the kidlet crowd. They just want FIRE.
For the hours leading up to twilight, we heard squeaky voice after squeaky voice ask, plead, beg and cajole to be allowed to do fireworks.
Never mind the fact the sun was still blazing brightly overhead. . . never mind they wouldn’t be able to see the sparks exploding.
They wanted fire.
Finally, the Texas sky grew dark and we began to hear the pop and boom of fountains and roman candles and artillery shells being set off through0ut the neighborhood. It. Was. Time.
Finally.
