This past weekend my town hosted an annual festival which included lots of bands, food, vendors, and a spectacular fireworks show. Every year since we moved into our house, we have used our backyard as a parking lot and this year was no different. We sat on our porch, drank some beer, and took people’s money for using our yard to park in. There isn’t any better way to make money! Yesterday was the last day of the festival and we used part of the money we made to go have lunch, play games and ride on rides. It was fun!
On Saturday they had the fireworks show. My daughter was begging to stay up and watch them, but we told her she’d have to take a nap during the day first. Well, she couldn’t do that, so she went to bed. We told her that we’d wake her up for them. We did that last year and she got mad at us for waking her up, but this year she really really wanted to see them so we decided we’d wake her up anyway. My husband wanted to take her down to the lake to see them (it’s only two blocks away), but I thought she wouldn’t want to go out in the cold and rain when she’s half asleep and then she’d never go back to sleep again. So, we woke her up and brought her into our bedroom to see them.
It was the sweetest thing. I was tearing up just looking at her snuggling with her daddy watching the fireworks. She kept whispering when she spoke and she was saying “pretty!” and “purple!” and after being quiet awhile, her dad asked her if she was still awake and she whispered “yes”. It just brought back memories of when her dad and I snuggled up to watch fireworks the first year we were together, and then when we brought her home from the hospital and she spent countless hours asleep on daddy’s chest. Some days I have a hard time remembering that sweet, affectionate little baby girl because she has turned into a whirlwind of energy, a little ball of sass and a force to be reckoned with. It’s moments like those though that give me a much needed reminder that she is still my sweet, loving, awe inspiring little girl.
It was just a few quiet moments of watching fireworks with my loves, but it was wonderful. She only watched about half of them before she said “Daddy? I think I want to go back to bed.” She’s just like her mommy. Nothing should be getting in the way of her sleep! And then when I went to put her back to bed, the little one was awake so we brought her in the bedroom to watch too. And I got to snuggle with her. She loved them too.
Such a small little moment. A blip on the radar, but it was one that made me extremely thankful for my family. They are beautiful, smart, loving, feisty little creatures and I love them to the moon and back.