We just love the 4th of July Parade in the little town down the road.
Unfortunately, we haven’t been to one in awhile.
Two years ago, Ben broke his arm and spent the better part of the 4th in the hospital (he is all healed now). Last year, Mike spent the better part of the 4th in the hospital for a burgeoning ulcer (he is all healed now).
This year, we were thrilled that no one had to go to the hospital (although we did have to perform a couple of splinter-ectomies). Not content to just bask in the glow of health, safety and wellness, we wanted to go to the parade in the small town near us.
Living on the edge.
It was agreed. We were going to leave the house by 9 a.m. so that we could get to the 4th of July Parade in time to pick a good spot along the Parade route and set up our chairs.
The whole family would go to the Parade. This was from 5 years ago, with Mom and Dad setting the tone.
By 8:55 a.m., there was a small smattering of bleary eyed adults wandering down to the kitchen. (Having been smattered the night before, many adults were still sleeping). Ben was the only child awake.
It was clear.
We were NOT going to make it to the parade this year.
Naturally, when all the kids woke up, the first question was “When are we going to the parade?” So, in the spirit of our forefathers (and a large helping of desparation), we made our OWN parade.
Uncle Jim (my baby brother, if you're trying to keep score) marshalled the available resources (any child within sight) and involved everyone in decorating.
There were balloons, streamers and banners. Ben wrapped crepe paper streamers around the golf cart steering wheel.
Sophie and Miranda claimed their space.
Jordan celebrated his Right to Bear Arms.
Luci exhibited disdain for her Mom's disregard of the amendment prohibiting Cruel and Unusual Punishment.
Freedom of Assembly was in action.
as well as Freedom of Speech (or, at the very least, freedom to Kazoo)
I'm not entirely sure which amendment covers silly hats.....
but clearly this is a right enjoyed by all....
Along with Shrek Ears, Stickers and Feathers.
The excitement was building. We were ready to begin.
Draped in red, white and blue bunting, Grampy was the Grand Marshall. You may be asking, "Hey, how is it that you had so much bunting?" .... I asked the same question. Seems as though Grampy forgot to decorate the house for Independence Day. Hmmmm. I would have been a bit irritated, but it was so perfect for the Parade.
The Parade continued through the gardens.
I had no idea that the young adults were planning to be in the parade.
...but I was so excited and proud of their enthusiasm, patriotism and extreme dandyism (as in .... Yankee Doodle. Get it? Yankee Doodle Dandy? Am I over-explaining? sorry)
Our neighbor's grand-daughter, Katy, joined us for the Parade. All the neighbors came out along the parade route and cheered and wave. It was a patriotic extravaganza of historic proportions!!
So why did Cooper ask...when the Parade was over...."Where's the Parade?"