But it was such a wonderful difference. I spent the weekend up at dear Grandma's, helping her and my aunt and giving some of my other family a relief in their service. When my sister, Erica, was up here when my grandma was in the hospital, she said it was a magical trip. Everything about it was just wonderful and delightful and special. I think my grandma just has that affect on us. Because that's how this weekend was. It was one of the best weekend's I have had, in a while. And the best way that I can describe it is magical.
Rach and I did get to watch some Oakley fireworks they shot off after the rodeo. They might have been the shortest show I've seen, but they were simply beautiful. I love fireworks. We tried lighting our own fireworks. Saturday was an epic failure. There was a breeze. A hardly working lighter. A book of matches. One flower and a half of an ancient sparkler we found in one of grandma's cabinets, by random coincidence. But we enjoyed our festive Jones soda and held off for the serious sparkler action for Sunday. It got wild. Actually, it didn't, but I still managed to burn off some of my bangs. Weird.
I hope everyone had a great holiday and enjoyed the blessings our country offer as well as family, friends, watermelon and fireworks.
see. red. blue. patriotism.
ancient. probably from the 70's. honestly. look at my eyes of disbelief.
rachel's brand spanking new sparklers that were awesome and nearly killed my hair
the remnants. a little reminiscent of 13 years ago...ew.
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I'm glad you had a magical day.........the valley IS magic!! Sorry about your bangs.....
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