What independence day means to me

Today, my first independence day with the little guy, was quite pleasant. We slept in while daddy went to work. And took an afternoon nap. Then we all walked down to the park to take in a little bit of the community party. Our boy was fascinated by all of the goings on, watching all of the people walk by, hearing the music play.

J took the boy around for a walk. He stopped part way across the lawn to turn the boy around and carry him facing out so he could see everything. As they stood there for a moment, my heart caught in my throat. Those are my boys, I thought. And I was so happy to be able to say that.

I haven’t told my boy’s birth story yet, so many of you don’t know all that we went through to get him here. And I realize I need to do that while it’s still pretty fresh in my mind, so he’ll have a record of it some day. If we lived in any other time and place, any other era before the medical advancements we have now, it’s probable that neither the boy or I would be here. So I’m especially grateful to have these moments with him.

J put the boy in his first real swing today, the ones that have leg holes but basically are an enclosed seat for the kids so they won’t fall out. The look of sheer joy on our son’s face was priceless. That park is on the walk to the coffee shop, so I’ll be stopping by fairly often to let him swing.

We didn’t do a lot today. We walked back home shortly after that so we could grab something to eat. We didn’t head out for fireworks. It was just a quiet day of family, with the daughter popping in and out occasionally, too. Yet it’s one I won’t forget. The gorgeous day, the music and food, families out together. Kids dancing to the band with wild abandon, grandparents holding babies, bikes and strollers everywhere.

It was a nice respite from worrying about money, gas prices, jobs, the economy. It was a day to just enjoy what we have in this moment. It was nice to hold that little boy close while watching him discover his surroundings. It was nice to just be for once. So yeah, it was a nice independence day. I hope yours was, too.

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  1. StephLove (1 comments.) says:

    Sounds like a perfect day. We don’t go to the fireworks either. I miss them but it’s not worth keeping the kids up past their bedtime. We’d pay for it the next day.

  2. becky says:

    I love fireworks, but hate fighting the traffic to go see them. One of these days, we’ll have him at his grandparents for 4th of July and he can set off his own.

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