Not quite the Fourth of July

Every year the country club across the street puts on a fireworks display. Last night, after all the kiddies were in bed and most were already asleep, loud booms started to shake the windows. Michaela raced downstairs and told me to come upstairs.

Emersynne was particularly impressed. She would clap her hands and point or cover her mouth and gasp as each firework exploded.

We all sat in the boys room, enjoying air conditioning and fireworks at the same time. Best of all, now we've seen the fireworks and we don't have to stay up late next weekend!