4th of July

I love the 4th of July, I mean, who doesn’t, right? There are so many fun things to do in Provo during the Freedom Festival, and most of it, it seems, requires us to wake up at unspeakable hours of the morning. Emmy and Ashton have the puffy morning eyes going on in lots of these pictures. They were troopers, though, and had a good time, even though they were tired and hungry for a few days.

We woke up early on the 3rd of July (hey, if we can start celebrating BEFORE the actual day, WHY NOT?!?!?!) to go see the hot air balloons take off. The kids loved it and it was fun to hang out with Jessi’s family. We all went to McDonald’s for breakfast afterwards, it was lots of fun.

On the 4th of July, we woke up early to run the 5K Freedom Run. (Thank you, Kyra, for lending us your stroller.) It was so much fun! Jess and Gary ran it with us and we all just took it easy and ran together and didn’t care about our times. And yes, Jessi is my sister who almost died in April and she ran the 5K. AMAZING!

The really great thing about running the 5K was that Josh and I weren’t in charge of securing a place for the family to watch the parade. (Thank you Vivian and Stephanie for taking on this crappy responsibility and doing an excellent job!)

You’ll notice that Ashton is wearing the same blue-striped shirt in pretty much all of our summer activity pictures. Yes, I had to swallow my pride and put my child’s safety first. If it hadn’t been for this shirt, who knows where Ashton might be right now. Probably marching down State Street in Lindon pretending to be playing a tuba in a band, STILL. So ever since the 4th of July Parade, whenever we go to a crowded public place where Ashton MIGHT wander off, I make him wear this shirt. Sorry, buddy.

After a little nap at home, we all went to Rob’s for a BBQ. Then the party moved on to the MTC field to hang out and wait for fireworks. We’ve been doing this since before my mission (if we are in town for the 4th) We just play Ultimate Frisbee, football, volleyball and eat lots of junk. It’s fabulous. Thank you, Uncle Gary, for the snowcones!!!