Fireworks on the Lake

I remember when I was growing up, we would always have Memorial Day Picnics at our house.  The kids would be playing games or playing on the swing set, while the adults sat around and told stories or years past.  The grandmas or great-grandmas would be holding the babies, loving on them.  The adults would be grilling out and the aroma would fill the air.

Those were the days and yesterday was one of those days.

The kids were playing on swing sets and playground equipment.

Look at that sweet smile.






The adults were sitting around talking.

People were loving on babies.






And some people were acting like babies. 🙂



I made some strawberry popsicles that were really good. It felt good to get so many compliments on something that I made on a whim. All I did was melt some vanilla bark, put the skewer through the strawberry, dip the strawberries in the bark, roll the strawberries in blue sprinkles, and put them on some wax paper. For decoration, I put some flat marbles in a blue bowl and then put the strawberry popsicles in the bowl. Out of 32, only 2 were left. So, they were a hit. 🙂

Then we headed down the road towards the lodge to see the fireworks.

There were a bunch of people on the hill and the sunset was beautiful.



Tracy and I were sitting there laughing at silly Hunter.

Mom and Dad were sitting not too far away.

As I was sitting there, there were four boys sitting in front of me. They were loving on each other and enjoying each other. It gave me a glimpse of what it’s going to be like when we bring our kids to see the fireworks. It warmed my heart.





Hunter gave Uncle Daniel his sticker. 🙂

As we watched the fireworks, Hunter kept saying, “This is fun, huh?” “Yay!” “Shoot them!” “Awesome!” “This is fun.” “Look at that!” It was understandable that he was saying all those things, because the fireworks were pretty good. See for yourself…

Then it was time to go home.

I had a great 4th of July weekend and can’t wait to do it next year!

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