Every July 4th since my son was 9, I have watched the fireworks at Seneca Lake, with the exception of the first summer after the divorce---that was spent at Lake Erie.
Despite numerous changes in my life, I have insisted on keeping the July 4th tradition. Before that summer when D. was 9, we went to my aunt and uncle's home in Steubenville, Ohio--the Jarvis family (my mom's side) would have a huge get-together. But my aunt and uncle downsized and sold their big home. Then my first husband and I bought a cabin at Seneca Lake and started a new tradition with some of the same folks and some new ones.
The fireworks were awesome as always. But the littlest one (the Irish lass) fell asleep before they began
The only casualty for us was the next morning when an eager 3-year-old ran to jump on her blown-up Winnie the Pooh bed, tripped, and hit a side table with the side of her face. Some tears occurred, followed by the holding of the cold pack on the wrong eye, and finally followed by eagerness to show off her 'shiner'.
Here's Papa Mike or PePaw as the 3-yr.-old(usually referred to by me as the Irish Lass) calls him, with 3 of the grandkids.
D. was tuckered out the next morning and sought his thumb and blanket exactly like his father did at his age.
This is my 'baby'. He turned 32 on July 2nd--hard for this mama to believe. He got his Father's Day and birthday presents together.
That was my 4th of July and a happy one it was! :)