Little Sacrifices

Tonight is Mayberry's annual July 3rd fireworks display at one of the local parks.  Our village quadruples in population for this awesome event.  We have a tradition of meeting our friends at one particular corner of the park and enjoying the show together.  This year I am bummed to be missing it because baby Walter has a fever and wants his mama.  He can't stay up past 10:00pm so here we are.

Oh wait... something fun just happened!  Pete brought Harold home to use the potty and Harold chose not to return to the park for the fireworks.  (It sounds so strange to refer to a three year old as "Harold".  That's not really his name, though it's a good one, dear Grandfather!)  I put baby Walter down to sleep and then Harold and I listened to all of the BOOMS as the fireworks went off.  Afterwards we sat by my bedroom window and watched the exodus of people leaving town on foot and by car.  They were quicker if they were on foot.

We enjoyed seeing the policemen on horseback directing traffic.  Maybe next year our entire family can make it to the fireworks.