The first Fourth...

The fourth was his favorite holiday by far.  How a once small town that had grown rather large felt small again.  How he would spend the scorching hot days first watching his children and then his grandchildren in the parade .  Infinite games of 42, bottomless beers and guiltless cigars; add in some serious knee deep B.S.'ing with his best friends and an endless buffet of food...this day was his idea of Heaven! 

Gone but NEVER forgotten...MY Daddy!  I love you...A LOT!

...cause baby YOU'RE a Firework!

Every year the Fourth of July celebration in my town is HUGE!  It's my absolute favorite day of the year to live in my town (and I've lived here every single day of my 3mmpf years).  Everyone is out, everyone is celebrating, everyone is sweating their butt off!  But there is such a huge sense of community.  Even though there are thousands of people lining the street to watch the parade it feels small town.  Snow cones, donuts and coffee being consumed, fans being handed out, firetrucks, horses and youth groups.  Young and old all come out to sit in the sweltering sun to celebrate this amazing day.  And nothing dampens the spirit, not the heat or the sun even some rain.  Nothing stops people from coming out in droves to support the community.  I could never be out of town on the fourth and I can't imagine spending it anywhere else!  I hope your fourth is spent with family, friends, fabulous food and fun festivities!