First of all, this was a very special day because it was the very first Independence Day for Rebecca as a U.S. citizen!
We started the day with our annual Jackson family 4th of July picnic. There is a large natural spring-fed creek that runs through some of my grandfather's farm land. It brings back a lot of memories every time we go there. I played in this water as a child probably long before I ever saw a swimming pool. And, with the springs, you know the water is COLD!
In my opinion, it wouldn't be the 4th without hot dogs, barbecue, and watermelon. (For those of you that are not Southern, barbecue is not a verb. It is simply the term you use for good 'ol smoked pulled pork! By the way, the term we use for what others call "barbecue" is "cooking out.")
After a nice nap when we got home, we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows in the fire pit. All holidays are all about eating, right?
Billy put up our tiny 2-person tent for him and the three "big" kids to camp out in the back yard overnight. Vivian and I prefer to be in our beds in an air-conditioned house! Here is everyone, including Vivian, staking out their spots!
At dusk, we all piled into the truck and headed to the high school stadium for the town's annual fireworks display. We parked along the highway and sat in the bed of the truck. Since we weren't super-close, the noise wasn't as deafening. The kids had a great time.
Bedtime! Billy and the kids got on PJ's and crowded in the tent for their "restful" night's sleep! About 11 pm (with no one asleep YET), a downpour started and the troops had to come in and get into their own beds. Billy was pretty happy as he was scrunched in the middle with his legs all folded up! Henry still greeted us with his usual 6:30 am wake-up call.