22 July 2013


Aside from fireworks,
[and that was the only absolute requirement for our celebrations]
we were fortunate enough to run into the boys' old scout master
and spent an enchanting evening on the water at Gig Harbor.
The fireworks weren't half bad, nor was the company.
I got to hear childhood stories that I never would have gotten to hear otherwise.
About blasting the Arthur theme song and singing at the top of his lungs with his buddies, etc.
And after all that, his scout master still loved him enough to invite him for the 4th-
I guess he's always been a good egg.

I still happen to think so.

You know, we giggle a lot at the fact that we often act like little kids.
So seeing him relive childhood memories felt a little like seeing him in pure form.

Happy 4th, y'all.
Ours was pretty magical,
I hope yours was too.

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