The Fourth in Arkansas is mainly about eating, sleeping, and fishing. Cousin Sarah beat the boys (by all accounts, but heaven knows I certainly wasn't there), by catching dozens of fish. My brother caught 1 fish the first day and about 14 the second day, so the fishing was covered. The little girls took care of the sleeping. And Lyndi and I pretty much held down the eating corner. We do what we can.
Two notes for posterity. First, this was the year that the Sugg clan fireworks absolutely beat the pants off of our down-river neighbors. Also, Meredith participated in the much-lauded Dance of the Sparklers. This is a big rite of passage, performed by females age 4-40ish (I have to leave myself room) and requiring untold grace and elegance. Untold, so you have to trust me. We're proud of you, Mer. You're going to be just fine in this world.
2 comments:
wow. my heart is breaking with that last photo. i miss you and the girls.
You're pictures are so beautiful (with beautiful subjects)! I envy your blogging skills and photos!
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