Hey, it's only three weeks after the Fourth of July, and here I am, finally posting photos from the big day. Er, well, night.
A storm was headed into Nashville, so our neighbors started frantically setting off fireworks before it was completely dark. We set out the picnic blanket in the backyard, intending to settle in for the show.
But a few drops of rain tenatively began to fall, pushing us back toward the back stairs, where we were positioned to dash back inside once the bottom fell out of the sky.
Luckily, we got to see quite the show before it really began to pour. Our next-door neighbor had invested in some really big fireworks; when he set them off, it sounded like a cannon going off. David and I remarked that we had lived for four years near a live fire artillery training zone for the Marines, and we thought we knew what it sounded like to live in a war zone. But these fireworks convinced us otherwise! I think my ears may still be ringing a bit. It was worth it, though. Look how much fun William (and DeeDee) had!