Our parade is on the third. Normally we line up on Main Street and plug our ears as the fire trucks blair by. But not this year. This year we were in the parade. My dad was recruited to drive the pick up for our churches float. So there we were waving to bystanders, tossing candy, and handing out flyers. What a blessing it was to see all the people from our town celebrating the freedom of this country.
[a picnic after the parade]
The fourth was a joyous day spent at Grandma & Grandpa B's house. We had hamburgers and potato salad, and sat around on the porch while we read the Declaration of Independence. I was reminded once more at how much the men who signed that document sacrificed for this country. Many were killed, some lost all their worldly possessions. It made me wonder how willing I would have been. Could I actually give up everything?
The fifth was a big day. We painted the shed! Lots of sweat and spilled iced tea. But we finished and it looks great! The best part was the dinner that came afterwards. :)
The sixth was a big day as well. We made a middle eastern feast. Complete with homemade pita and hummus, falafel, and baklava. There was such a fun time with friends and family when it finally came time to eat!
Skip a day and it brings us to yesterday, the eighth. That is the day when we made focaccia bread. Oh the smell of focaccia bread is heavenly. Fresh herbs and olive oil. Scrumptious!
Long weekends are the best!
