It took me a month to go through my July 4th pictures. Even though I knew they were going to be awesome pictures. Unfortunately, they are just a reminder of the chaos we came home to that night. It does get easier...sort of.
See what I mean?!
Last year we were in the midst of moving and the fireworks ended up being cancelled due to rain, so I was really excited to get some current pictures.
Our little town puts on such a great display. I think it's the best kept secret in the state!
I hope I'm able to put my fears behind me and go again next year...I'm not so sure that will happen though.
Sometimes life gets away from us. Summer is here and everyone is busy. Family life takes priority more so in the summer than during the school year. Fall/winter/spring typically revolve around school and school activities. Believe me, been there, living that! But, summer slows down (although it flies by, how does that happen?!) and you spend time with family/friends.
I've had 2 more Tiny Footprints sessions since May (one in Birmingham and one in Nashville) and then trying to keep up with kids schedules and the "I'm bored" factor has kept us busy all summer. But last Friday we were knocked for a loop and it makes you step back.
The boys were out of town (THANK GOD) and the 2 of us had had a few days of putzing around the house/garden. Peaceful. We decided to go to the local fireworks. They put on a great show and it's easy to get in/out. Unfortunately while we were out, someone decided to rob us. Things, they just took things. Things can be replaced. Feelings cannot be replaced. How do you get back your sense of security? We don't live in a bad area. We don't typically lock the doors. As a matter of fact, my husband's favorite saying is locks are meant to keep honest people out. How do you replace your anger? How do you find your peace? I am trying. One.day.at.a.time.
Dear 16 1/2 year old child of mine...please quit growing! Please quit talking about collage, flying and the Air Force. Please quit dreaming of leaving home. I don't think I can handle it. How did my "social butterfly" grow into such a handsome, polite, intelligent, Jesus loving young man overnight? Don't stop dreaming, but please stop growing! Love, your desperate mom!