4th of July

Around the 4th of July we went to the Airshow that came to town.

Brad loves planes. He loves helicopters. He loves jets. Pretty much there is nothing about an airshow that does not make him giddy. He is usually a very quiet man, keeps to himself, except when you get him around, planes, jets, and helicopters. 

It's actually quite endearing to see him act like he does around them.

Of course, we are attracted to all things dogs, so we loved to watch the demonstration of how the Air Force trains dogs.

 And the show begins....

 

Our kids are great sports. 

And the Thunderbirds... one word: 

AWESOME.

 On the actual holiday, I had this great idea that we should go for a hike.

On a trail I had never been on. On a very hot day. That was 4 miles. With only one child carrier. I thought B could at least do 2 miles, I was wrong. 1 mile is all she could do. Brad carried her the other 3.

 It was beautiful.

Needless, to say we were dead tired by the time we got back to the car. And pooped the rest of the holiday.

However, after long naps and cold showers. By the evening we were ready for some playtime. We had an impromptu block party with our cul-de-sac. We ate candy and played with sparklers, watched fireworks together then lit our own. It was a fun night enjoyed by all. It was nights like that, that makes me hope no one moves from our circle. Nights like that I will hold onto forever. It wasn't fancy. It wasn't even planned, and yet it was a perfect summer night.