Every year, as the Fourth of July approaches, I have the following thought: "Well, I'm [insert number] years old, now...the fireworks probably won't dazzle me like they used to." I don't know why that is. I guess I equate the basic lights-and-sounds nature of pyrotechnics to wide-eyed, gaping-mouthed childhood wonder.
And, every year, I am pleased to discover that I am still susceptible to said sense of wonder. Finding this out fills me with a sentiment not unlike holiday cheer (could such a thing exist in 100-something degree weather)!
Of course, the time with family and friends, homemade peppermint ice cream, and twirling around with a sparkler in my hand weren't too shabby either.
What was the best part of your holiday??