The day before, we all tie dyed t-shirts in red and blue. I forgot to wear gloves, and so my hands were very blue for the Fourth. In fact, they are still a little blue, and probably will be tomorrow for church.
We started the day off with a picnic in the mountains. Everyone is huddled up because it is sooo cold. (Every one looks very cute in their tie dyed shirts. Even I wore one, although I am not a tie dye wearing person, normally.)
Every time we go up to the parkway, I forget how cold it is, and every time I say, "Next time I will bring jackets." But of course I forget, and we freeze. After we ate and were able to move around some, it was better. Of course you have to have
Eating a wrap in the sunshine makes you feel better, though.
The highlight of our picnic was getting to see a red squirrel for the first time. It was so little, at first we though it was a baby grey squirrel, but after closer inspection I realized it was a red squirrel. It has to be the cutest animal ever. I did get a picture, but it didn't turn out well enough to bother posting here.
After the picnic, (and taking a nap) the kids had strawberry ice cream with blueberries as a special treat.
As it got close to dusk, we went down to the lake to watch the fireworks.
While we were waiting for it to get dark, we lounged on a quilt and ate hot dogs, while I read Alicia Dagliesh's The Fourth of July Story. I always try to put the focus on why we celebrate different holidays, as oppose to making it all about the celebrations.
When the kids got tired of sitting, they played silly made up games with each other and danced to the music. Finally, the sky turned dark, and it was time for the fireworks to start. When the first few explosions began, frightened ducks skimmed across the lake like torpedoes. Abriel freaked out, and made a bee line for her Daddy, while Samuel hunkered behind me, shaking violently. He said he was scared the sparks were going to fall on him. Poor little guy. After I explained how there was no way the sparks would hit us, he calmed down. Then his ever inquisitive mind began questioning everything. "Can the fireworks reach the moon? Can they hit the the stars? Does God see the fireworks? How do they go up and then explode out? What makes the sound? Why are they different colors?" And on, and on, and on. His brain never turns off.
In between answering his questions as best as I could, I got to watch the fireworks. The best part about fireworks at the lake is that you get to see two displays. One in the air, and another reflected in water. Simply beautiful.