Monday, July 6, 2015


This year was no the first year Olivia attended festivities that ended with fireworks lighting up the sky.

It was, however, the first year she got to lay on a mattress with her sister, looking up at the sky as fireworks lit it up only to be reflected on the lake that lay all of four feet from where O’s (and A’s) mattress lay.

It was also the first year that Olivia fully appreciated the beauty, the majesty, the GLORY of the fireworks.

We went to Michigan with my mom to visit with my aunt and Grandma. While there, we were lucky enough to be able to watch the fireworks shows (yes, plural) that were put on by my aunt’s neighbors.

Olivia and Alyssa were given a mattress upon which they sprawled, gazing up at the sky as it darkened enough for the fireworks to begin.

For the first hour, Olivia oooohed and aaaaaahhhhed over the beauty of the lights in the sky. She exclaimed that they were so pretty, so beautiful.

Finally, she ran out of exclamations and declared that it was all just so glorious.

My mom and I shared grins over O’s head, loving her excitement even more than the fireworks, which were, in fact, pretty awesome. There were three different residences setting off fireworks and so at some points, we didn’t even know where to look from our point on my aunt’s deck.

Olivia might still be about five or six emotionally but you know what? She keeps growing, she keeps maturing, she keeps the wonder and beauty of childhood alive for all of us.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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