The Fourth!
I’ve had some memorable Fourth of July fireworks experiences in my adult years. Seeing both the harbor and the Lake Washington displays from a highrise condo in Seattle. Being high in the hills in Portland and looking down on them- never have fireworks seemed so tiny. We saw them on July 3rd in Boston on year, a huge display being taped to show to troops overseas. I remember having to wake a dozen teenagers and move a pulling boat in the middle of the night for fear of some landing on us.
But last night was the first fireworks experience we’ve had with kids. They are a bit daunting, and loud, and late. But also quite special. Sophie was alternately mystified (”how do they MAKE those?”) and secretly terrified of the sound. Our friend Joe, who was gracious enough to take us out on his boat, offered his commentary: “Now we’re really getting into it. They’re bringing out the four-color DOUBLE sparkles!!” Rosy was as entranced with the anchor lights all around us as she was with anything else, “Oh mama, there’s STARS!” It was a beautiful night. Simple, sweet, and yes, a little bit loud. One more fireworks experience I won’t soon forget.
