There is nothing like having a National holiday off work to focus your mind and reflect and be thankful. After a curve-ball kind of week, 6 days of which we thought we might be moving to Florida, only to find out that we were NOT moving, it was nice to have a day of distractions. And if the Forth of July wasn’t made for distractions (think fireworks, hot dogs, and enough macaroni salad to feed the Hawaiian islands) then I don’t know what is.
We played it pretty cool, catching Despicable Me 2 in the largest theater I have ever seen. The kids did great, Lux fell asleep and Knox ate his weight in contraband dollar store Laffy Taffy. After the movie we headed over to meet Brian’s dad and his wife for a July 4th lunch at Spring Creek BBQ. This kind of July 4th meal, with zero clean up and all you can eat/drink rolls and sweet tea is my kind of festivity. With the day still young, we debated what to do next and when we couldn’t come up with an excuse to stop anywhere else we headed back home for (unsuccessful) naps. I paced around the house and thoughts about the week, the-not-so-good kind creeped into my mind, and I started burning to get out of the house to do something different. Admittedly, I’m the worst to believe that wasting time is just time wasted. I’d really like to be one of those people that can be okay with staying in pajamas all day and watch television but I’m not. My skin aches for the sun. So we ran over to the nearby Splash Park and let the kids go wild with the park all to themselves. Brian and I sat in the soft grass and talked through the emotions that had been attached to the dreams of moving and those that filled in when the dream was yanked away from above us. Heavy stuff, but good.
The truth is, I let myself get my hopes up about this new possible adventure. I crave change, neigh, I say depend on it? I was so ready to be completely anonymous in a new city and to discover new things and explore new opportunities, like having a beach within driving distance and being able to see my family more than twice a year. How lovely that would have been. I get tired of the same old, same old, of living in the same neighborhood with the same places and people (sorry, I know that sounds horrible). All of that combined with the dessert-like season our life has been like for the past year almost made me break.
As the sun was setting we grabbed dinner and sporadically decided to stop and watch the fireworks from two towns over. The four of us climbed in the back of the Explorer’s tailgate and waited for the show to begin. I looked over at my little family, Knox and Lux playing together, Brian searching for a pandora station on his phone, and thought about how grateful I should be. I have a great husband, amazing children, a beautiful home, an income, and I’m alive and I’m free. I’m grateful for the 12 years I’ve been in Texas, and for living here long enough to know where the really good fireworks watching spots are.
Hope your 4th was awesome.