After all that fun at Lapping the Lake, we still weren't done for the day!
There was a volleyball tournament and free Zumba after the run. We weren't able to stay for those because Sam and Sis had a rehearsal to go to. (They are doing a play together this summer. I'll tell you all about it later.)
Sam went back and worked the lake that afternoon and evening.
I proceeded to torture the children by refusing to take them to the fireworks unless they did many many chores while I rested with a book so I would have the energy to drive them there. (Love and Logic parenting is the best, especially when you really need to finish a book.) They cleaned out the car, cleaned their rooms, the kitchen, a hallway, did the laundry, sorted it and put it away and read books. Good times.
Then it was time to hustle out the door.
Some people from our church had a party going on and I wanted to go, but Sam had a fun surprise so we ran out to the lake instead.
It was packed!
The band leader is our neighbor and we really like him. He and his wife are some of our favorite people (Hi Morgan and Sophie and Malcom and Casper!).
After that bit of awesome, it was time to prep for the fireworks.
I love the faces of the kids here. They really enjoyed the fireworks.
Really, we were in the spot reserved for the volunteers of the event. It was packed tight but one of the firefighters offered to scoot his car so we could fit. It was super nice of him. We may joke about rivalry between guns and hoses, but the local fire fighters here are wonderful. Something I hadn't noticed in years past is how all those firefighters are there having fun, but they are paying attention to so many things at the same time. The wind was really gusting for awhile and all of them were thinking about how that would affect the fireworks. (It did die back down, thank goodness.) At one point during the show some of the fireworks were going off too low and starting little fires where the other waiting fireworks were. The second something sparked I saw three of the guys up and moving around to get closer so they could help if things got out of control. Just a reminder that when we go to an event we forget that there is a lot going on behind the scenes to keep everyone safe.
While I was watching the show, hanging with my kids and Sambo, I was reminded of where I was last year during the fireworks. I was sitting on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC. It was beautiful there. Quiet, reverent almost. It was a thrilling thing to see in person. But, I remember being on the phone with Sam while my parents and the kids were with him watching the show and I wanted so badly to just be home instead. It just wasn't fun without the herd.
Truly, there is no place like home. There is also no place like Jefferson Lake. Good Day.