Fireworks

On Sunday, we didn't do much of anything. DD and I played outside. She rode her bike on the sidewalk while I read "The Diary of Anaïs Nin" (vol. 1). We played Frisbee and wrote with chalk on the sidewalk. Later that night, we went to the town fireworks. It was the first fireworks for DD. Other years, she was either too little, or DH didn't have the day off from work. I hadn't been to a fireworks display since July 4, 1997, right before our wedding.

We couldn't have asked for better weather. The sky was clear and the breeze was actually almost chilly. We sat with some (old) friends, and had a great time. I think DD really enjoyed herself. I know I did.

But wouldn't you know it, DD was up at the crack of dawn on Monday morning, as if she had went to bed at her regular time. Heh.