This weekend wasn't our typical 4th of July weekend. It didn't involve blankets in a field on a hot summer night. There were no fireworks... except maybe the ones heard in the distance. There were no late nights spent sitting in traffic with family, because everyone in the world is trying to leave the fireworks show at the same time. I missed that more than I thought I would this year.
Maybe that is because I saw how Logan's face lit up when someone put on their own show about two weeks ago. We were headed into a store and were the only ones that stopped to watch the show in the distance. It doesn't take much to make his night. He even stopped a group of people headed into the store and said "WOW... YOU SEE THOSE?!?". But between all of the rain that we got on the fourth, and Dan not feeling well on the fifth, we just didn't make it to the fireworks this year. I am now determined to make it to see fireworks at the beach before the summer is over.
We may not have celebrated in the traditional way, but we had a great weekend regardless. We enjoyed two cookouts with family and friends, swimming, driving back roads, a few yard sales, and so much more. Saturday night we tucked Logan in and prayed with him. Dan went to bed early because like I said, he wasn't feeling great. I headed down stairs and got thinking about how grateful I am for our freedom. Freedom to teach Logan what we want him to be taught. To tell him God loves him and is always there for him. I am thankful for the people that fight to keep that freedom intact. I thought about how so many people tuck their babies in alone at night while their spouse fights for our freedom. We are so blessed.
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