First Fireworks


The Sunday after Fourth of July we had a delicious steak dinner on the porch at my parents’ house while …


Sophie played with her basket of toys outside.



Then we played with a ball while waiting for it to get dark outside.


Once dark, Sophie was practically asleep in my lap.


This, however, worked out perfectly for the fireworks, which were close enough to be clearly visible but far enough away to be not so loud (a large church close to my parents’ house does an impressive show each year). So Sophie, half-asleep, watched them in a dazed state, eyes open but not scared.

“Everything is created from moment to moment, always new. Like fireworks, this universe is a celebration and you are the spectator contemplating the eternal Fourth of July of your absolute splendor.” —M. Scott Peck