Ever since we set off our last round of fireworks back on New Year's day and Breck's Birthday, the boys have been asking when we get to do it again. Well, well, well.... that time has once again arrived and my old friend, Matt, came through with the supplies. The boys know Matt as 'The Fireworks Man'. He arrived with an arsenal of explosives that would delight any young boy and scare a mom's weary grin right off her face. The sparklers are just about my speed... but the boys crave more. Fire. Fire. Fire.We no longer have our long ass driveway like we did at the Estate lane house, so we had to make do with or backyard and pray we wouldn't set anyone's house on fire. Lots of lovely rounds of colorful sparks... and then ... without any warning...the mothership that sent us literally running into the house to pray for our lives. Goodness knows what the heck came flying out of our last explosive for the night, but it scared the snot out of me. God was definitely watching out for us that night... my heart eventually slowed to a mild giddy up and we did one last sparkler before we called it a night. Happy 4th America!
OH.... and that beer... was JUST for pics folks.
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