Perhaps you were following my grand adventures last year when I shared photos and stories from my hometown 4th of July celebration. This year we spent the weekend in our hometown once again, and although Boy #1 was disappointed that The Knife Game was absent from the carnival this year, the weekend provided many other photo ops and evidence to support my theory that there is nothing quite like celebrating Independence Day in Small-Town America.
Where else but in a small town can you . . .
See the boy who used to sing Billy Joel’s “The Longest Time” to you in 6th grade now singing to Jesus on a flatbed with the House of Freedom worship band?
Snuggle up in coats and blankets with 30 of your closest friends and relatives at the farm you grew up on to “ooh” and “aah” at the fireworks?
Ask your husband if he could possibly take the camera for a while so someday the kids will know that their mom was actually THERE this 4th of July—and he then takes this picture of you trying to hoist yourself onto the bandstand stage?
Cheer on your brother-in-law while he rides in an outhouse he built, cleans a toilet with his butt, and wades through a tank of “mystery slop” to find one lone corncob, all in the hopes of winning the coveted Golden Toiletseat? (Yeah, his business’s outhouse got beat out by Walmart’s. What a loser good sport.) End the weekend with a lemon ice cream cone in one hand and a sucker in the other?
Here’s hoping your 4th of July weekend was just as memorable!