It's like magic in the sky

I love fireworks, in fact, love doesn't even cover it. There is just something so magical about the dark night sky being illuminated with pyrotechnics. I was a little nervous this year because I know that little man is super sensitive with loud noises. He freaks. My husbands laugh, the dogs barking, my sneezing, they all just scare the crap out of him. I'm sure that eventually his sensitivity to sound will get better, but for now, I really do try to keep things calm and quiet. I just figured that this year fireworks were out. I was okay with it, but then at a last change of plans we decided that if it got too loud for him, we could go sit in the car and he would be alright. So we drove over to our normal spot and it was BOMBARDED with people. There were cars lining the shoulder, the median, trucks pulled up on the curb. The parking lots were all packed and the sky was getting darker and darker. I was sure that we were going to be stuck watching the fireworks from the car while driving . . . we finally found a place to pull over and park where we were able to get a pretty good view.  and low and behold... little man LOVED IT . . .I am so sad that I didn't bring the camera to document the moment, a moment that I know will never come again. He watched in amazement as the sky lit up in a rainbow of colors. He loved the different shapes, colors, and just all around everything about it. I am so glad that we didn't miss that moment, and that I was able to share in one of many firsts.

Adios Mis Amigos,