We had an All-American 4th of July weekend. Since Independence Day was on Sunday, we had celebratory barbecues and picnics 3 days in a row.
We took in fireworks on Sunday night in our own special way. We packed up sandwiches and freshly baked M&M cookies, then hopped in the car and drove over to a small neighborhood park on the other side of Higley. Conveniently, the official Gilbert town fireworks were going to be shot off from a stadium about one mile from there.
We got to the park about 7:30 and let Bridgette loose on the playground equipment. I turned up the tunes on our radio, and we waited for the sky to get dark. Soon enough, others arrived with the same idea. People from the neighborhood all brought blankets, lawn chairs, and anticipation.
When the last rays of sunshine disappeared, firework shows started going off all around the valley. The last display was the one near our park. Because Bridgette was pretty tired by this point, we watched the last explosions from inside our car, then headed towards home. Bridgette was soundly asleep before we got there.
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