Yesterday we were busy busy for the 4th of July.
We made yankee doodle pancakes (with raspberries and blueberries!), went out to Lincoln for a picnic with Zan’s family, stopped by a BBQ in Arlington, then hopped ourselves into Boston to join some friends on a roofdeck for the fireworks spectacular.
I didn’t take my camera with me, and for the most part, my phone stayed tucked away in my bag.
This picture is the best I’ve got, but I think it’s a pretty darn good one.
I fell back in love with Boston again last night, although to be quite honest I could never really fall out of love with this place. My bike fiasco had me wavering for awhile, but we all know this city holds my heart and it holds it tight. It was only a matter of time before I felt the fire again. The fireworks in the rain were what really did the trick.
Forever and ever and ever. Amen.
