This year we went up to Pinetop for the Fourth of July. I feel like Independence Day means more in a small town. Or maybe it's because I feel more like I am in the America I grew up in, but the Fourth of July is always great in the White Mountains, especially when we get to spend it with cousins.
We fed the ducks.
We were missing the Papa cousins.
Grandma is always very ambitious when all of her grandkids are up for a visit. This time she made each kid their very own candy bag for the parade. Lot of little anxious hands were waiting to decorate their bags in this picture.
At the parade.
He makes this face a lot. This time it was for the firetrucks.
After the parade and into the lull of the afternoon, everyone went over to park before the fireworks. I stayed at the house and while I was on the front porch a car drove up...full of Papas all the way from Missouri. I may have cried. I love to be with my family, but there is always a hole when the Papas are missing. So when they surprised everyone, it made for the best day.
We had to get a picture of all of the grand-kids. This was the effort to get the photo. Makes me laugh.
I think Piper may be missing from the photo now. She was unfortunately stung by a bee. I love these kids.
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