Saturday, July 5, 2008
We headed downtown an hour ahead of time last night to make sure that we got our $10 parking spot and a good clear place to lay our extra huge tarp, staking our place for the much awaited Nashville Fourth of July fireworks. And I have to say, despite the waiting (practically in the middle of the night for the boys,) and the masses of people and the awful, horrible, no good traffic afterwards, those 25 minutes of fireworks are something I wouldn't want to give up. As soon as it starts the children get really still and quiet. They sit mesmerized just like Seth and me, who can finally take our eyes off them and immerse ourselves in a shower of lights, because we know they're not going anywhere. I love the feeling of the boom of sound right at the base of my throat and the warm bodies of my kids leaning against me. It's truly magical.
Just to brag on my hometown, Nashville really does have a spectacular show. Anybody know how many millions they spend on it? I don't, but it's got to be up there.
I posted some pictures, and I realize that I've been less than judicial about the number of them. I'm honestly just too tired to choose...