Our 4th of July this year was full of flag-waving (as if that isn't obvious by these photos), bug bites (and blood-curling screams from giant bugs that landed in our laps/dive bombed our heads), fireworks, and friends. We were just missing a bonfire and s'mores! Man, I need more s'mores in my life this summer. S'more s'mores.
When holidays come around, I find myself thinking, I wonder what life will be like next year at this time. Holidays mark time in a special way. We say things like, "Did I have short hair last Christmas?" or "Were you living here last 4th of July?" or "Did you have that job last Thanksgiving?" It's fun to think back and wonder forward. But I think the best thing to do, and what I remind myself to do daily, is enjoy right now. This holiday, this age, this Tuesday evening. Life changes so quickly, after all.
Keeping this post short and sweet, because we're watching National Treasure, and I'm distracted. In my mind, the National Treasure plots could happen in real life. Go ahead, laugh at me. But I absolutely believe in buried treasure. I used to dig holes in my parents' yard (in Indiana, mind you), in search for things like arrowheads or Mayan artifacts (yes, Mayan), or oil. I watched a lot of Beverly Hillbillies, so I knew we'd be rich if I found oil. I was a smart kid, what can I say.
When we went to Mount Rushmore, you better believe I was looking for this spot, and I nearly lost it when I found out there actually IS a hidden room tucked away behind a giant presidential head, made to hold important American documents. WHAAAAT. You're welcome, folks.
They will be so happy I included this picture. ^^^
I'll talk to ya soon, little internet journal!