When I was growing up, the 4th of July was a huge deal around my house. Stepdad was a HUUUUUGGGGEEEEE ‘Merica celebratin’ type of redneck. All year round, you would be able to find items around our house that just screamed America. Flag-Stuff-Everywhere. It was as if we celebrated the 4th of July all year. Except for the fireworks. He saved those specifically for celebrating Independence Day. At least until RJ was born. Then we had fireworks every year on RJ’s birthday. It was as if Independence Day came twice in July. Fireworks, flags, and anything red/white/blue. It was Stepdad.
Thankfully, SS’s family is just as much into fireworks as he was. And almost as much into celebrating the 4th. Almost.
While we all donned our red/white/blue outfits and swimwear, we laughed and joked and ultimately had a wonderful time, as many different people came together. It was beautiful.
I’m grateful I’ve been accepted into such an amazing family, and I hope everyone else’s 4th was just as awesome!