Our 4th of July was a little more mellow than in years past. Dr. H. stayed home with a stomach bug, and half the cousins weren't there. Still, we had good fireworks and good food. My second and third brothers are the kings of explosives.
And most importantly, we had lots of good family there, even if several were missing.
These are the days I cherish, with my children in red, white and blue and my parents in lawn chairs, soaking in family.
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