It’s been a while since I have blogged. I was knee deep in all things red, white and blue and didn’t have time to write. Still, I want to tell you quick story of a moment that happened earlier last week.
I finally get the kids tucked in, stories told with their favorite stuffed friend in place. As I leave with promises of sweet dreams, we hear the pops. Fireworks were going off for a pre-4th of July show in Fort Worth. Without saying a word, we all ran for the front door and seconds later, we were standing in the front yard, barefoot and in our pajamas, watching the skies light up.
What is it about fireworks? They appeal to all of us except for Scooter, our new puppy, who chose to stay hidden under the bed rather than join us outside. We didn’t speak to each other instead allowing the fireworks to do all of the talking. As usual, they were over too quickly and Luke whimpered as we returned to bedtime.
Extra kisses were needed.
“When will we see the fireworks again,” he cried.
“Just in a couple of days, on the 4th of July!
That’s too long,” he sighed.
A couple of more kisses and then this whisper, “I know mommy! Maybe they will be in my dreams!”
Sweet dreams indeed!
