The Fourth of July is not my favorite holiday.
Don't get me wrong.
I love my country, and I love the idea of celebrating it.
But, I just cannot get into it.
I think it has to do with the fact that our summers are always so random.
We are often in a different place...on summer project with Cru...
and often in some sort of transition.
For example...each year of our marriage...
Year 1 - Ottawa, Kansas
Year 2 - Fort Collins, Colorado
Year 3 - Bar Harbor, Maine
Year 4 - Las Cruces, New Mexico
Year 5 - Las Cruces, New Mexico
Year 6 - Vail, Colorado
Year 7 - Wichita, Kansas
This year, Year 8, we happened to be home.
(I can still call it home for a few more weeks)
And, I was sick and unmotivated.
We wavered back and forth over whether to go out and do anything,
and I am so glad we did.
Each year gets more fun as Caleb is less scared.
Last year, he just stayed in the house we were visiting and played with Legos.
This year, he was fascinated by the fireworks and even held sparklers.
It was a notable event.
**Check out how Caleb's sitting in the photo of him and Daddy watching fireworks.**
He is super flexible and always sits like that.
It's crazy.
