Happy Fourth of July weekend to all of my stateside readers!
This weekend was extra special, as we not only celebrated America’s 239th birthday (she gets better and better with age!!), but we managed to do it all in style (at least I think so).
Mamma went all out and got guzzied up, rounded up some of our favorite people (aka friends who stayed local just like us – a surprising amount actually), gathered up all of my glittery red white and blue sparkles, and… with the tremendous help of papa bear, threw a BBQ to trump all prior BBQs. Okay, well maybe not ALL, I still recall our 2014 ridiculous paddle-pool BBQ from last summer, which was kind of amazing btw.
We are lucky to live in a city with such tremendous friends among us, and even more lucky to be partying it up with our Nuke baby in tow. This was the first year we let the little man stay up past his bedtime to view fireworks (which didn’t kick off until 9:30pm). Suffice to say, he was one tired pup by 10pm… and no, this didn’t mean that mommy & daddy got to sleep in the next day either! Quite the opposite, bossy pants was revved up and ready to rock by 6:30am.
It was well worth it though. As I look back at Fourth of July’s past… I realize that, as tired and frazzled as we make our lives, we somehow always come back to the same conclusion, that we enjoy this amazing amalgamation of frenzy, joy, adventure, travel, fireworks, and of course – cornucopia of wonderful food & drinks.