We Heard The Fireworks!

We had grand dating plans for 4th. I wrote before about how we haven’t really celebrated this particular holiday. With all the festivals and fireworks around town, I was sure we’d have no problem having a wonderful Independence Day date.

We settled on the festivities at a nearby park. We decided Sunday would be our day. Downtown had the most alluring events but neither of us wanted to brave the heat or the crowd. My husband said we would start this year out slowly and work our way up to the arch grounds next year.

Sunday, about an hour before we were going to leave, the thunderstorm hit. The husband got a headache and I had an upset stomach. Our dog's stomach soon followed suit.

My husband offered to take the two of us (and the dog) in the car. He said we could drive by the park and see the fireworks from inside the vehicle. It was a very sweet of him, but we knew taking 2 people who feel like crap and a sick dog on a drive to see sparkly things in the sky was not the best of holiday plans. By then we were already in our pjs and it was so much easier to not do anything.

Well, we heard the fireworks all weekend. Sunday night, my husband went to sleep around 9 and was back up for the rest of the night by 11. He said he kept thinking the noise from the fireworks was someone knocking on the door.

I wish I could be all coy and talk about how we didn’t need to see any fireworks because we made our own (insert cool vibe-y music here).

Instead, we basically just cuddled on the couch in the basement most of Monday after discovering the show Party Down on the Netflix instant que. We loved Jane Lynch pre-Glee! We were asleep by 8:30 last night, the holiday weekend over before we knew what hit us. Now we have a week of doctor’s appointments, softball games, an exterminator appointment, and various QVC returns.

This weekend was a big disappointment but I am not disappointed. I was able to spend most of it next to my husband (and while he played his video game, I was finally able to check “clean the garage” off of my to–do list). We are so blessed to have the time to spend together, whether we have an official planned "date" or not.

I am going into this week thinking about all the things I don’t consciously appreciate enough in my marriage. The things that were and are. They are as much a part of this as the planning and the things to come.

I guess it is like the fireworks. We heard them. They were here. So this time we didn’t see them. It is of little importance. I see a hundred things a day in my own little life that are so much more deserving of my awe.