She's only been gone since yesterday and I already miss my girl. The house is quiet.
I took Mindi to the airport at 4:45 am on Monday, then Lindsey to camp at 9 am.
Here was our Independence Day barbecue, grilled steaks with salsa verde, our little family, plus one. We just hung out in and around the pool and then Kelly and the kids played with fire when it got dark. I watched nervously, like I do every year. It was a wonderful day even though we didn't go any where. It was the first year that we did not go to a big fireworks show in a long time.
This year's tab for the explosives was a mere $182. I sat in the car while the boys shopped. It was entertaining to hear comments from shoppers when they came out with their fireworks purchases, "Thanks, Dad!" And "I felt like a kid in a candy store!" And "That smoke bomb is supposed to go off for two and a half minutes!" Kelly gets such a kick out of this holiday and I just endure it, then breathe a big sigh of relief when the night is over and nobody had to go to the hospital or the fire department didn't have to get called.