Red, White, and Feeling Right

Fourth of July in the backyard this year, and honestly? I’m not mad about it.

Red, White, and Feeling Right

Sophie has officially mastered sparkler calligraphy - she wrote her whole name in the air like some kind of pyrotechnic artist. Meanwhile, Theo sat at what he deemed a “safe distance” (approximately half a football field away) and pretended he wasn’t terrified of the sparkly magic sticks. The kid’s got pride, I’ll give him that.

Marcus manned the grill like the suburban dad he was born to be, complete with a “Kiss the Cook” apron that I definitely did not buy him ironically. The burgers were perfect, the corn was buttery, and I felt like myself again for the first time in months.

Feeling patriotic and feeling myself

Maybe it was the red dress that actually fits again, maybe it was watching my kids discover they’re braver than they thought, or maybe it was just a really good hair day. Whatever it was, I’ll take it.

Here’s to feeling like the main character in your own life again. Even if that life includes a four-year-old who thinks sparklers are instruments of destruction and a nine-year-old who’s already cooler than I’ll ever be.