My favorite holiday. And it had ALL the necessary ingredients--horse back rides, flags, parade, cousins, bbq, dad's homemade rootbeer from a 5 galloon bucket, slip 'n slide, and fireworks. Really, it just could not have been a better day. I teared up more than once. Definitely grateful for my country and freedom. And for a family to celebrate that with.
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I have SOOOO many cousin pictures and just not enough scrolling and uploading juice. But just know that mom's sign "Grandma's house-where cousins come to become best friends." was definitely true. |
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My absolute favorite picture of the day. Which kept getting deleted in my text conversation with my brother. So I had to ask him for it three separate times. He only mocked me a little--but he kept sending it! Haha. Along the back of the table: Mom, Lynnaea, Danica, Hazel, Devaney, me, Russ, Kiersten, Kami, Kourtney. Front of table:Chezney, Ruthie, Isabel |
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From front left curving back to front right: Devaney, Ruthie, Harriet, Eli, Molly, Nicolas, Isabel |
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Journey, Ruthie, Nicolas |
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Molly and Clover. Or "Clevo" as Molly called her. They became fast friends this summer and it was very, very cute. Molly is 6 months older--they will be friends for life! |
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Grandma was amazing and spent some serious time pitching to Will. He was glowing! He was thrilled to be practicing baseball with Grandma! |
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This was so much fun. It was even dark yet--but I have never heard so much cheering over fireworks! |
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Back row on tramp: Elena, Emeline, Clover, Molly, Ruthie. Front Row: Harriet, Oskar, Will, Nicolas, Sebastian, Eli, Isabel |
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Nicolas, Will, and Oskar --I can't remember how close in age Nicolas is to them, but Will and Oskar are only three weeks apart and they all played so great! |
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Be still my heart. Ruthie followed grandpa around like that ALL. SUMMER. LONG. |
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Mom and I took my kids to the Hyrum Fireworks. They were perfect. Short, quick parking, quick getting out, and made my child's eyes sparkle. |
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We were freezing. Elena was amazing and let my kids have most of the blankets. |
It was pretty much what summertime dreams are made of.
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