July 9, 2013
This little firecracker greeted me in the garden.
This year for the 4th (yes, I know it’s the 9th, but I’m a classic procrastinator) I didn’t host a party, which was a first. My friend Justine took the baton and boy did she run with it. I love this holiday because it’s such a fun and casual way to bring family and country to the forefront.
We always start the day by attending our local parade. It’s straight out of a Norman Rockwell scene, don’t blink or you might miss it! God Bless, the Gap. I tried to find this outfit in my size.
Damn, just bringing sides was a snap!
Justine, the party hostess, never fails to color coordinate her cocktails with the holiday. Yes, that is the Watermelon Margarita she’s sipping.
Such a treat that Clark from Full of Life Flatbread was slinging pizzas non-stop. Keep ’em coming, Clark! I swear I ate my weight in pepperoni and peppers.
One of my favorite cutie-pies.
Elizabeth treated us to homemade s’mores baked in the wood fire oven.
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