Holidays

We recently celebrated the 4th Of July Holiday (Independence Day).  It's quite a day of honoring our forefathers who fought for America to be a free and independent nation.  There are picnics, parades, boating, swimming, and all kinds of gatherings with friends and family.  To top off a wonderful day are fireworks.  LOTS and LOTS of fireworks.  They light up the skies from coast to coast and they're fantastic!!!

This year after boating, taking a walk and having a picnic, my husband, son and I watched neighborhood fireworks for almost two hours.  From my front lawn we could see five different places that were setting off fireworks relatively close by.  To me, it was magical.

When it was over and my son left, my husband and I sat and talked for awhile.  He commented that fireworks  were okay, but they weren't a big deal for him.  "Friends" on facebook were commenting, "Enough already.  It's after 10:00."  I couldn't believe it.  I guess I just assumed that everyone was as excited and impressed with the whole thing as I was.  I could have watched for another two hours.

I  love holidays... ALL the holidays.  I love to decorate.  I love to plan.  I love to cook.  I love to bake.  I love to make it special for everyone... including myself.

When I was growing up, holidays were always fun, exciting, magical.  I guess that part of me just never really grew up.  I hope it never does.

Love,  Paula