Dear Brock,
Ok, I was a little worried about this one. The long day required…. from parade to car show, to late-night fireworks. It had all the makings of a giant mess.
But wow, you were awesome! Your dad and I had a rough start because of my paranoia about the day (and I’ve been fighting panic attacks all the time, it seems – I think this is partly due to fatigue). So that sucked. But I improved once we got out and you were doing great.
It was a hot day, but not as hot as most of our 4th of Julys –
I was grateful for some clouds. Your Grandma Kathy brought a friend
who lives in her a
partment building, for the whole day. You had fun watching the parade and weren’t at all freaked out by the sirens and horns …
I’d guess that the tractors were your favorite.
I was grateful for some clouds. Your Grandma Kathy brought a friend
who lives in her a
partment building, for the whole day. You had fun watching the parade and weren’t at all freaked out by the sirens and horns …I’d guess that the tractors were your favorite.
After the car show and a pretty good long nap from you, we had a few hours to keep you occupied. Grandma, Larry, and your dad did great at entertaining you while I started getting burgers ready in the evening. At one point your dad took you out for a walk, after the neighbors started shooting off fireworks. You were thrilled to come into the house to tell me about the boat you saw parked down the street… “boat! boat!” and about the fireworks you were starting to hear and see… “pop, pop, pop!” Pop was definitely the word of the night.
In the end, it was a good time – and you were falling asleep while we changed your clothes for bed. So cute! You rock, little man.
I love you.
Mom
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