I’m making progress…seeing as how this post is only two weeks over due, instead of a month.
I also decided to not to do the dishes – which will probably sit in the sink till after breakfast – to make time to update the blog.
This year’s Fourth was a very productive day.
It started at 6am – by 7am we needed to be at Twin Lakes park for the Parley P. Pratt Liberty run. I didn’t run, I walked Wiley in the stroller (a mile) and Danny ran the 4 miles.
After our morning at the park, I dropped Danny and Wiley at home and went to the church to help set up for a July 5th wedding – I was put in charge of the table center pieces – I impressed myself.
I’ve never considered myself a crafty person until this year, when I’ve really started to put those skills into use.
It took me two hours to make all (12?) center pieces and I headed home to help make food for some friends that we had invited over for lunch.
After eating, the food coma set in and I couldn’t stay awake – I excused myself to my room for a nap – two hours later I had to wake up and finish a cake for the evening gathering we were invited to.
By this time, I had changed shirts three times (big belly, poor spacial awareness and sheer clumsiness) and I didn’t feel like wearing anything remotely uncomfortable – so I put on the most comfortable pair of sweat pants…
By the time we reached the evening BBQ, I was so tired, I just wanted to sit. I could not have cared less what happened as long as I didn’t have to do anything.
Eventually I put my big girl panties on and walked around with Wiley to make sure he didn’t get into trouble and to take photos.
I will say, being as tired as I was, this was probably the most enjoyable Fourth of July I have had in many years.
I know Wiley and Danny had a good time too.
In this life we often have to take the bitter with the sweet.
So, if I had to do the day all over again – being tired and uncomfortable – I’d do it all over again…to taste of those sweet things.
Danny then set up the tripod and camera for the fireworks show…and was it a show…like over an hour, no joke.
I know that some people, especially those with PTSD, don’t care for the loud BOOM of fireworks. I respect that and since I never suffered life in a war zone I can’t really understand.
But to me, when I hear fireworks popping and crackling, I imagine those original soldiers who freed the people of America from a tyrannical monarchy. War isn’t glorious – war is hell – but I feel such a sense of gratitude with each BOOM that created this nation.
Boom – I’m grateful for those men and women who stood up against an overwhelming force.
Boom – I’m grateful to those who signed away their Lives, their Fortunes and their sacred Honor and in many cases their families.
Boom – I’m grateful for the Constitution and for the men who gathered at the constitutional convention to write and ratify that document.
Boom – I’m grateful for the safety in which I live today, because of all those who came before me.
Seriously – God Bless America.