July 4th has always been one of my favorite holidays. When I was a kid I remember staying up super late as my parents and friends always had a great supply of fireworks that (back then) we could light in the street and have a show. As a teenager, my best friend Tracy, had this lucky day as her birthday so there was always quite the party. :) Then as I got older, this date became memories (in no particular order) of first kisses under the fireworks, serenaded in the park by new beau, a marriage proposal and of course the birth of my 2nd daughter. There was (in general) something magical about the day!
Now as I get older and a bit more cynical I have lost the magic. I have no one to share the innocent wonder of the fireworks in the sky, and it just feels like another day. That saddens me that the basic every day crap of my life has even taken the magic out of the holidays. Sigh...
