4th of July is my favorite

4th of July is my favorite holiday of the year.

The smell of fireworks fill the dark sky, lightening bugs flickering in the air, and the sound of crickets chirping far off in the distance. It’s a beautiful thing. What’s not to love?! I get to spend all day laying out by the pool while the Mom grills yummy food. Then the evening is filled with bright lights, crackling sounds and lots of laughter. Sounds like a pretty decent way to spend your day.

Last year J and my sister were deemed the official firework artists. They were getting all into it and not really paying attention. I mean, it was pretty dark outside and they didn’t really come prepared with flashlights. Next thing we hear is my sister tell J that there was a small fire behind his foot. He stomped out and then Dad took off to get a shovel. The entire family couldn’t stop laughing. The two pyros were about to really get the show going.

My Grandma carried the hilarious incident over to Christmas and gave them both a baseball cap with a light attached to the bill.

The 4th of July brings out the best in all of us.

My birthday and my sister’s is only a few days after the 4th. When I was little I naturally thought all the fireworks were the kickoff to my birthday celebration. It didn’t help my egotistical ways when we ate birthday cake the day BEFORE my birthday thanks to my sister’s being 2 days before mine. She had to wait a whole day and I got cake early. I had to be the favorite child, right? Right.

Okay, I know that’s not true. A girl could dream though.

What’s your favorite holiday? I’d love to know!