The Fourth this year ended up being a very quiet affair around our house. That’s a change from years past, as we usually plan something with friends and family. Last year, we went to see the Richmond Braves play down at the Diamond and the year before, we drove up to D.C. to see the concert and watch the fireworks on the national mall. Both years we spent the day with Angela’s brother and his family. We had a great time, but those are some pretty large crowds and there’s a ton of traffic (I’ve actually never seen a larger crowd than D.C., and that’s really is something).
This year, a couple of our friends came down from PA for a few days. They came with some great news (a baby on the way). However, work schedules had them leaving us in around lunchtime on Monday, so we had the whole afternoon to spend at home. Angela ate watermelon on the deck and we ate some leftover grilled mammals for dinner. We spent the last part of the evening sitting in the dark of one of the upstairs bedrooms just watching the fireworks over the trees. We got the show from the baseball stadium and then another from Byrd Park, all from the same window.
I’m sure I could make some thin analogy to freedom or independence, as I usually tend towards doing, but I’ll save it. Just think about near complete silence, save for the occasional delayed pops in the distance of some bright reds and greens. Then just turning to the one you love and thinking what a great holiday it turned out to be.
Sounds familar to my 4th of july night. I will try to call you all on Sunday.