Whew! Sorry for the delay getting this post up, there were a couple of Technical Difficulties. Anyway, I don't know about you other Patriots, but I had a pretty bangin' 4th of July weekend! Somehow we managed to make it relaxing AND full of explosions.
We spent Saturday and Sunday at the coast where Troy's mom has a magical beach house. It's impossible not to spend two days there without feeling totally rejuvenated. She is a 5 minute walk to the beach, and her backyard is all foresty goodness. There is nothing to do except eat, sleep, and be happy.
Troy's mom is a hypnotherapist and I had my first ever hypnotherapy session! It was centered around preparing for birth, and I can't think of a more calming, positive way to build confidence for D-Day. Seriously guys, if you are stressed the eff out about anything (or battling more intense shit like addiction, PTSD, depression, phobias etc) give hypnotherapy a try. There aren't any spinning wheels and she won't make you quack like a duck (apparently that is a major concern), she just talks and then...you're relaxed and life seems manageable. I don't know how it works, but I walked out feeling SO GOOD.
[Imma gonna leave this lil website link right HERE just in case you are interested.]
We walked on the beach, I made a square pie, and we watched a glassblower do some cool stuff. Generally we conserved our energy so we could be ready for Monday and 4th of July time!
Behold, the festivities:
To be honest, I went into the holiday feeling adamant about not buying any up-in-the-air-fireworks (Troy says, "you mean mortars?"). I have a house full of things that I love (furry friends included) and I would really appreciate it if the neighbors didn't burn it down while I was gone. It was only fair that I extend that courtesy to the folks in my mom's neighborhood (where we were enjoying our Very American BBQ). Troy obligingly only bought fountains and ground blooms when we went shopping together. However, once our very best friends, Eric and Randi, came over Troy, with zero prompting at all, goes "Well Eric, if you think we need to get a couple more. I guess we could..." And off they went. Needless to say, they came back with more than just ground blooms. But now you know, Perfect Stranger, I did try to be thoughtful.
My ethics aside, we had an absolute blast of an evening (ha, see what I did there?). The drinks were flowing (non-alcoholic included, nobody panic), games were played, and there was an impromptu sparkler dance party. Troy made an apple pie that was super delicious. I didn't see one stray dog, and nobody's house burnt down (at least on our street)! All in all, we felt very Independent lighting explosives on fire and had a great evening, thank you forefathers!
How did other American Strangers celebrate 4th of July? If you're not American, how do you celebrate your country? I'd love to know in the comments!