for purple mountain majesties

We celebrated the 4th over at my parent's with a bbq and grundles of family from out of town.

Another bbq. It's becoming a problem. But not really.

My mother provided quite the spread. Per usual.

Did some swimming and then canoodled Capri.

So did my dad.

Also swung this lil' sweetie.

We ended the night with some fireworks, as you do.

All of us expected the usual street fireworks.

Piddly little suckers, but a joy to watch, no less.

Until, the boys pulled out 2 whopper sized packages. 

They were incredible.

Who needs to voyage to Wyoming?

These were pretty fantastic.

It took me a minute to recover.

Not looking the most alert in this last photo.

Such a wonderful day.

I am dang proud to be an American.