July 4th was always the holiday I romanticized most as a youngin’. I think it had something to do with the fireworks and the social acceptability of using gingham fabric with abandon. Checkered linens aside, I secretly harbored this dream of meeting a cute boy and watching fireworks together on our own private hill; on this secluded hill I wouldn’t have any surprise visits from the zit fairy and the aforementioned cute boy would want to do nothing more than hold hands and tell me he could see the fireworks reflected in my eyes. Ah, how quaint our teenage dreams seem from a distance; although my July 4ths never presented anything remotely like this scenario back then, I still feel wistful whenever thinking about this holiday. Do you have similarly nostalgic associations with Independence Day and this time of year when it feels like summer has no end in sight?
As these warm months sprawl out in front of us, I’ll be spending the next few days attending a wedding and catching up with my fiancé’s family. Do you have any plans for the long weekend? Wishing you a happy July 4th weekend of barbecues and everything you always dreamed this holiday could bring!
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