the best way to watch fireworks

the Dash (Winston-Salem) is not the best place in the world to see fireworks. i wouldn't call the ones we saw lame, but i have seen better. though i have never seen them a better way...

it was a quarter past nine, and anna rose was in my arms as lia and i ascented the small hill at sherwood elementary school where the rest of winston-salem was. and the fireworks were going off with the booms and the fizz. and i laid this mexican blanket down. and as we sat i watched the fireworks in the very best way: through my daughters eyes.

facing away, it was the greatest position to watch them. and anna rose stood so still, leaning up against her mommy. and saying not a word. if you know my girl at all, you know she is a talker. but not this july 4th. she made no sound all night. from the moment i woke her to the moment i laid her down. she was wide eyed and closed mouth. and to her it was probably all just a dream. it was certainly so for me. as the booms and the lights sparkled in her eyes.

and then the finale. and her mouth finally opening. an awestruck moment of light and wonder. and my moment and my heart full of love. and gratitude.

it was her very first 4th. and it was the best one for me. at least it was the best way.