This year we were packed up in the car about to head off when we got a call from Dallin's dad who said the last band had not come on stage and they didn't think the fireworks would go off for another two hours. It was hot and muggy and we just wanted to see the fireworks, not listen to a band we didn't know while we sweat to death - so we somehow convinced the kids to head back inside, promising that we would leave for fireworks soon.
We left in what we thought was plenty of time to get there - but the band didn't play for as long as we thought. As we were crossing the lake, the fireworks started. We pulled over and agonized for a brief moment that we didn't make it, but then tried to make the most of it. We opened the windows and let the kids pile into the front seat. The show was still good, but not quite the same as sitting right underneath it - the tree that was growing right in our path didn't help matters either. But I think the kids will always remember the year we watched the fireworks show from the car.
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hey guys! i love being able to keep up with you! the kiddos are adorable and sarah, i love to read your writing! take care!
-jeana
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