A funny thing happened on our way to a relatively lame Fourth of July: our friendly neighborhood event pavilion and horsey area decided to have its own fireworks display. This display was big, awesome, and totally visible from our driveway and neighborhood street. And best of all, it started right after the television specials, so Sydney was still awake and could enjoy it with us.
We had decided to wait until Sunday to watch the local city display, so we were content hanging out inside with the air conditioning. Sydney had just come back downstairs after putting on her pajamas when we heard the first couple loud booms. Brian and I jumped up and hurried out the front door to see how well we could see the fireworks. I picked up Sydney and we walked into the street. And what to our wandering eyes should appear? But a 20-minute, big-sky exploding, booming, and night-brightening performance that wowed us and made us so happy we stayed home.
The second best part: walking 15 feet to come back home.
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