We had a super fun 4th of July! (Yup, I'm almost a month late.)
We went up to Wellington in the morning for the parade. Neal's brother, Craig, plays in the Wellington band, and they were in the parade. It was a super fun, small-town parade! There were LOTS of tractors that were fun to see. One of them was even the same make and model of tractor that Neal's grandpa owned when Neal's dad was a kid.
After the parade we went to one of the parks in Wellington to listen to the band's concert in the park. After that we headed up to the school where all the festivities were. We walked through a car show where there were some gorgeous cars. We wanted to go see the tractor pull, but by the time we got over there they were doing lawn mower races instead.
After we were done in Wellington we headed down to my parents' house in Firestone. Some of Neal's family came over for dinner, and we did some smaller fireworks in the street. Neal spent a lot of time helping my dad and my brother, Cole, work on the truck that Cole got from my aunt and uncle.
When we were done with dinner we headed down to the big fireworks in Firestone. We claimed our spot, and then listened to music (blasting from Cole's truck), played games, and sang songs. Joey spent a lot of the evening on my dad's shoulder dancing around. It was cute because Joey's mouth was right near my dad's head, so Joey spent a lot of the time up there licking my dad's hair. It was pretty entertaining. (I have a video, but to be honest I have no idea how to add it!)
While we were watching the fireworks my heart was somewhat heavy. I couldn't help but think of the reason behind celebrating with fireworks - they sound like cannons and not to be morbid, but when they explode in the sky, they look like (what I imagine) a person looks like when they get hit. Remembering all of the men and women who have fought to make our country free, and those who currently serve to make sure our country stays free was and incredibly humbling experience.
Thank you to those who serve!
We went up to Wellington in the morning for the parade. Neal's brother, Craig, plays in the Wellington band, and they were in the parade. It was a super fun, small-town parade! There were LOTS of tractors that were fun to see. One of them was even the same make and model of tractor that Neal's grandpa owned when Neal's dad was a kid.
There also was a super awesome float at the end of the parade honoring the Native American tribes in our area.
After the parade we went to one of the parks in Wellington to listen to the band's concert in the park. After that we headed up to the school where all the festivities were. We walked through a car show where there were some gorgeous cars. We wanted to go see the tractor pull, but by the time we got over there they were doing lawn mower races instead.
After we were done in Wellington we headed down to my parents' house in Firestone. Some of Neal's family came over for dinner, and we did some smaller fireworks in the street. Neal spent a lot of time helping my dad and my brother, Cole, work on the truck that Cole got from my aunt and uncle.
When we were done with dinner we headed down to the big fireworks in Firestone. We claimed our spot, and then listened to music (blasting from Cole's truck), played games, and sang songs. Joey spent a lot of the evening on my dad's shoulder dancing around. It was cute because Joey's mouth was right near my dad's head, so Joey spent a lot of the time up there licking my dad's hair. It was pretty entertaining. (I have a video, but to be honest I have no idea how to add it!)
While we were watching the fireworks my heart was somewhat heavy. I couldn't help but think of the reason behind celebrating with fireworks - they sound like cannons and not to be morbid, but when they explode in the sky, they look like (what I imagine) a person looks like when they get hit. Remembering all of the men and women who have fought to make our country free, and those who currently serve to make sure our country stays free was and incredibly humbling experience.
Thank you to those who serve!
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