"Everything that is really great and inspiring is created by the individual who can labor in freedom."
The 4th of July is one of those "feel good" holidays. There's an air of celebration that permeates the masses, and everyone is ready to let loose for the day. Like most years, we spent our Independence Day at my mother-in-law's, up at the lodge, secluded from the hustle and bustle of our lives. It was one of those dysfunctional family type affairs, where would-be cousins and step-relatives united.
Our evening was filled with food and fireworks. Ashton discovered an old tire and called dibs, spending the vast majority of the night in it. From playing to eating to watching fireworks to cuddling with his blankie, he huddled down in the tire and settled in.
Once the sun set and the bugs attacked, everyone descended the hill for the night, but Dave and I remained behind. We spent the night at the lodge, giddy with the freedom of no kids, and relished in a few more uninterrupted hours of sleep the next morning before we wandered back down to the house for pancakes. The boys, clad in their jammies--pants, optional--were busy assisting Scharmer in lawn work. We could have milked our freedom a bit longer after all. But tasks back home awaited, and we spent the rest of the holiday weekend checking off items on our To Do list.