We went to my son's in-laws house last night for dinner and to watch fireworks. Each family bought some fireworks so our "display" lasted for nearly two hours. Some small and quite a few large ones. I tried to take some photos, will have to see how they came out.
There was a baby girl there, a couple months old, and after dark she started crying and Trek (he is 4) came running down the road yelling, "Kendall, Kendall is here!". Broke my heart.
Not much else to say today, not a good day. Guess I will have to work on that.
I love you Meg.