There are certain times of the year that are harder than other times being away from our passport country. Independence Day, Fourth of July, is one of those days. I have many fond memories celebrating the 4th. It was a big deal in our family. From the time I was old enough to hold a punk, light a fuse and run, I was shooting off fireworks. I grew up in a part of the country where fireworks can be shot off and we loved it. I also knew to wear old clothes when shooting off fireworks because inevitably there would be punk burns on my clothes.
When David and I began dating, I introduced him to fireworks. He grew up in a part of the country where he couldn’t shoot off fireworks. He spent a ton of money on fireworks and was like a kid in a candy store lighting them off. My favorite is when he held two roman candles overhead like in the ending scene of the movie The Rock. Below is my tribute to 4th of July pasts.
D squared + J squared = Anderson 
Great memories and great pictures. Thanks. Happy 4 th.
Flashback! Makes me sad! I miss you! We bought a sky lantern last night…Nelson said it’s for Aunt DeAnna!
Love those pics and the smiles!
FUN times. Love the holiday, but love spending it with the DesCombes and Anderson families most of all. David’s nickname was “Pyro” for a long time. The sheer joy that lit up his face having fun shooting off fireworks still brings a smile to my face. “Everyone, take cover!!!” Love the memories of Sean & David overseeing the action, the boys with their backs constantly hunched looking down to light Black Cats and watch glow worms, and Denise, DeAnna and I laughing until it hurt. Love you! Miss you, especially now!