We laid in the grass under the night sky and watched fireworks. Just the three of us. On a blanket. Counting firecrackers and blessings, all at once. Coop was too busy peeping for fireworks out of the corners of his eyes to look at the camera. He thought we were under attack.
Our neighborhood does it up big and we sure did have a ton of fun. From afar. Waayyyy up on the hill. With our strawberry icebox pie and Liken A-Queen cars.
Coop was in aw. Complete.
We let him stay up late. And eat 4 brownies. And lay on his belly on his bed watching even more fireworks from his window after we drug him away from the action outside.
His feet may just about touch the ground when he sits in my lap these days, but he fell slap asleep in my arms tonight. Hasn't done that in the longest time. My heart just about exploded as I laid him down and prayed over him tonight.
Thank you Lord for these sweet, sweet blessings.
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