July 4th

Admiring dad's motorcycle, after his long and harrowing journey all the way from Illinois

July 4th is quite honestly my favorite holiday, perhaps it is a tie between Christmas and July 4th. I have so many memories wrapped up in those two words: July fourth! This year just added to all those memories. My dad was in town along with Matt and his family, and we weren't going anywhere so the festivities were centered around my parents house. We had a heart stopping breakfast and a long morning of outdoor activities (drawing sidwalk chalk bodies, bikes, ladder ball, bubbles, scooters, and motorcycle rides). When my parents and Matt's family left for Idaho Falls, Mike and I took our boys home and had a simple barbecue and in the middle of dinner we heard the familiar strains of music blaring from the Ice cream truck. We had no choice but to jump from our seats, grab all the change we could scrounge up and flag that truck down!! We ate our icecream and then headed across the street to play soccer and get our spot set up for the fireworks. Matt and his family and my parents joined up with us when they got back into town, and we had a great celebration as we watched the fireworks together that night.

Chilling outside, letting breakfast settle as we play games with the kids

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Brandon's turn for a ride

Kimball's turn

Kaydien's turn

Bri's turn

Waiting in line for a second turn

We had our spot on the lawn at the park, enjoying our July 4th evening