Our Fourth of July was relatively quiet until late afternoon when we went over to our friends' the Millers' house in Wesley Chapel. They invited us and our pal, Michele, to a neighborhood cookout filled with kids, fun and good food. Us Davises, being the dorks that we are, wore matching red, white and blue shirts (each of us wore a different color). Wouldn't you know I forgot to get a picture taken?
We filled our bellies full with yummy pincic food and enjoyed hanging out with friends. After decorating their respective bicycles and even a wagon, the kids did a little street parade. Livi enjoyed joining Christine's and Jimmy's son, Liam, three months her junior, in his wagon. They wore glow-in-the-dark necklaces and bracelets and really didn't seem to know what to make of them.
We made a fairly early evening out of it, heading out as the "big kids" started their fireworks. We ended the night at home watching the Boston Pops and watching Boston's fantastic fireworks display on TV. Sure, it's not the same but I for one will take what I can get.
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