Yesterday was difficult.  Remembering our rushing between our families’ celebrations last fourth of July was overwhelming at times.

The fourth of July was always my favorite holiday.  My best friend’s family would come over a for an afternoon of barbecue food, and marco polo.  The kids would end the night covered in bug spray snuggled up on a blanket watching fireworks.   This year is…well, sad.  Because of scheduling conflicts, we celebrated yesterday.  My best friend is now married and living several states away, her brother  had other plans for the day, so our “kids table” was made up of my best friend’s sister and niece, my sister, and me.