Fourth of July

My Mom died on the Fourth of July. So beyond the holiday meaning it self, it is a pretty important important day to us. I do want to do a post about my mom and post some pictures of her but we I do that another time. The third we went out to my grandma's and watched fireworks. Well, I watched about two minutes of them and then my self proclaimed bugphobia took over. I saw a but half the length of my pinky on Bricen's neck and I was done. lol

This is how the day started on the fourth. I put Bricen in bed with Marty so I could go walk. Love them.

We then met the family for breakfast. Brit brought the his and her ring box for Bricen to get use to in hopes that he would hold it when he walks down the aisle.

My mom always had us girls wearing flag shirts for the holiday so my sister and I both showed up with ours on. :0)

Love this.

This is almost the norm for this sweet baby. Spitting the food out...

We've always said we should have known mom would want to go out with a "bang" on the fourth of July. ;0) Marty was off that Thursday and Friday and it was so nice getting that time at home together. We grilled out watched more fireworks and just enjoyed the time. My husband was a saint and really took care of me those few days. He not only cooked a meal but cleaned it up. I checked outside at the time but surprisingly there were no pigs outside flying.