Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Single to The Glory

Yesterday the kids woke up very early.  Very.


Once Jeffrey and I pulled ourselves out of bed, the kids pounced with requests of a supreme breakfast.


Restaurant style.


So with his parents, we gathered the kiddos up, put them in the car and headed over to Denny's.


I hate restaurant eating with little kids.  I never get to eat any of my food between the stopping fighting, spilling, cutting up food, and entertaining.  Sigh.  But it does mean I get food for the next day.


Afterwards we went to the park and met up with some friends for the parade.
Faye was a big hit.  Even people on the floats were yelling to me that she was adorable.  Can't say that I blame them, though.  She is darling.
Jeffrey went to the park around 4:30 to save a spot for the fireworks while the kids and I finished up our day of activities.  The fireworks were smashing.
In my town, an orchestra starts a concert around 8:30, and they play until the fireworks start with The 1812 Overture being the last song, kicking off the fireworks with a brilliant cannon ending.  The timing is always perfect.


Jeffrey, knowing the bone rattling boom is my favorite part of all, found a spot next to the cannons.  I was thrilled, although a little hesitant as to how Faye would handle it.  The cannons are LOUD!


And she made me so happy.  She truly is my daughter.  When those cannons went off, she Jumped in her seat (not from fear, from excitement) and squealed.  She loved it!  When the fireworks went off, she kept trying to reach them and hold them in her hands.  The whole hour she bounced in her seat squealing "Pretty!  Pretty!"  It is true.  My Faye loves fireworks as much as I do!
Keith, on the other hand was a completely different story.  He ran around, getting into the treats we had brought until the display began, and then he gazed at the sky.  Not the great explosions in the sky, but he was searching for stars.




 "Mommy!  I found a star!  Does that mean Jesus is coming tonight?"  He kept asking, turning my head away from the fireworks and toward the lone star that shone determinedly from behind the smoke.  He barely watched the brilliant lights in the sky at all.  What a silly boy.  Though I was grateful for his spiritual reminder.  That is what it means to have your eye single to the glory of God.
Yesterday was glorious!


P.S.  Thank you Heather for the photos!  My camera batteries died, so I didn't get any photos of the day.  Once again, Heather saves the day.
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