We ate, we celebrated, and we watched stuff get blown up.
Our fourth, in photos…and a movie!
The golf cart clips crack.me.up!
Momma & Daughter Love.
Momma, Daddy, Daughter Love.
Feeding the fish in the pool turned pond. Fred special.
Dad & Fred.
Limo, American style.
Eat Some Corn!
More Momma & Daughter Love.
Hubby & Wifey Love.
For the Love of Golf.
For those who don’t know, my Dad is a Firefighter. Right after 9/11 all the fire trucks were adorned with flags. When it came time to remove the flags my Dad was able to get this one off of his truck to keep, E8. So it’s pretty special to him
Hubba Hubba. Poor guy’s back – look at those hams!
We all head down to the entrance to watch the Church fireworks that are put off across the street. We’re kind of VIP. Ha! The folks at the front of the hood made a sign.
Stadium Seating – check!
Love my parents
Another lantern release!
Annnd some not so great firework shots since I didn’t have my tripod.
When David and I got back to my house, we were pleasantly surprised to find out that we could see Tom Brown park’s fireworks from my neighborhood entrance. We stood there and watched them finish up. Very convenient and no crowds!
Hope your fourth was happy!