The 4th wouldn't be complete w/o a BBQ, and the guys did a great job on the grill. The kiddos topped it off w/ cupcakes and sprinkles while the adults enjoyed a YUMMY dark chocolate bundt cake from the "Nothing Bundt Cake" bakery.
Later that night we headed over to Pacana Park for the local fireworks show. We had a crazy shuttle bus driver who very nearly rammed into a line of cars waiting to turn into the park. Luckily she swerved and missed, but we had no seatbelts on and our babies are on our laps w/ strollers strewn all over the place. Ben did a double "short-stop" move on K & Natie, and the rest of us held on for dear life, but we all survived! We made it, found a spot, and met up with the Mormon-haters (see longest post ever below).
The fireworks started late and were all right, but the weather ended up being the nicest ever for AZ with a gentle breeze keeping us cool-ish. Kaleb held his hands over his ears almost the entire time, and Dylan fell asleep toward the end. I'm thinking fireworks may be something we wait a few more years for? To finish our adventure, our driver on the way home got lost in Maricopa (is this possible?), took the round about way too fast, more holding onto babes for dear lives, but we eventually made it home safe & sound.
All in all it was a day to remember, a time to really reflect upon and enjoy our freedom...especially the freedom to worship as we please. I love America and feel truly blessed!
2 comments:
Sounds and looks like such a fun day, all Mormon haters aside. Actually that is the funniest story I've heard in so long and your re-told it so well in your blog!!!
Wow, quite a fun-filled weekend. You guys looked like you had a lot of fun. I love the bus driver story. Haha.
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