Our town had it's annual 4th of July celebration this past weekend, for which we are immensely thankful, since it meant that we had a day to recuperate. I don't remember the last time Little B has stayed up quite so late. He was quite the trooper, climbing in the fire trucks, sitting on motorcycles, dancing and jumping to the music (which was a throwback to the 80s, apparently. I had never heard of any of it, but then again, I didn't grow up here) and waving his little glow stick around animatedly.
The sun doesn't set here in Texas until well after 9:00, and the fireworks started at 10:05. The booming, beautiful display was accompanied by loud music, and B did a great job lying in Daddy's lap and tapping his glow stick to the beat.
After about ten minutes, he crawled over into my lap, and I quickly felt his entire body relax into slumber. He didn't wake up for the grand finale several minutes later, nor for being moved into the stroller for the walk home. He didn't stir when our friend's little boy leaned into the stroller to give him a goodnight hug.
Only when I was done changing him into his jammies did he open his eyes to sleepily say, "Fireworks little bit too loud, Mama."
We decided that one very late night a year is good enough for our Little B, so tomorrow, we're going to just spend time together as a family and turn in early at night.
Happy American Independence Day, friends! Have fun, be safe, and be thankful for all the blessings in your life!
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