July 5th is sort of a sad day for me. I look forward to the 4th so much that the day after is rather depressing. This year I tried to make the very most of the day! I tried not to get worked up by the terrible drivers or unbearable heat, but instead, tried to remember the significance of the day and all the things I have to be grateful for.
We started the day with Bella nearly passing out from fear (or was it anger?). The terror-inducing boy scouts were up early placing flags in all the yards. Our fierce guard dog was not a fan. After vain attempts to calm her, we eventually fell back asleep for another hour or so. We woke up, had festive waffles and battled over whether Independence Day or The Patriot was more appropriate for the day. After a relaxing day, we got ready and headed down to Stadium of Fire. We danced the night away to Journey and made it home in record time afterward! All in all, it was one of the best days. I can’t wait for next year!