Part of summertime for us
is enjoying the fireworks at Seneca Lake.
We watch them from our pontoon boat.
The lake is full of boats and the lights are almost
as pretty as the fireworks.
They are set off the Big Island.
Then we take the grandkids from my son's boat
and head back to our place at a year-round campground.
One grandchild will be sleep in this loft tonight.
She is 9 and has earned the right to be up there alone.
The two munchkins will sleep in Winnie the Pooh blow-up beds
on the floor in the living room.
If my son's stepson comes, he claims the couch.
This room will be wall-to-wall kids tonight.
Their mama wouldn't let us have them last year for this annual event
and it was hard on our hearts.
The fireworks just were not the same.
Mike and I will sleep in the only actual bedroom,
but after not having them last year,
I know I won't mind when at 6:30 tomorrow morn
the Irish lass
stands at our door and calls out,
"Grandma, I'm hungry!"
Blessings to you this weekend!