As soon as their feet hit the driveway, the boys made a beeline for the backyard and the pool/slide. Sam had stripped down to his diaper (no surprise) before I made it to the back porch.
Corndogs were on the lunch menu.
How Molly eats a corndog.
Papa Bo opted for a cigar in lieu of his corndog.
You know that rule about waiting 30 minutes after you eat before getting back into the water? Well, we don't follow that rule at Papa's house. Heck, we never follow that rule.
She melts my heart.
And the cigars continue...
Scoping out the best spot to light our fireworks.
We're Riselings...cigars are what we do.
Linda, the Lovely.
A Molly sandwich.
Lots of love in the air, folks.
Molly is beside herself when she learns we'll soon be setting off bombs and lighting things on fire.
Wade loves it when I take his picture (not).
Prepping the chiminea for smores while our neighbor tries to impress with his fancy schmancy fireworks display. But our fountains were WAY cooler.
(I don't know why he kept doing this.)
The Blackwell show to the northeast from our back porch.
And we saw Ponca City's show to the southeast...and Tonkawa's to the south.
We had the best seats in Kay County.
Time out for more smores.
The following morning I snuck out of the house early enough to watch the sun rise and enjoy a light rain. It was actually cool enough for a blanket. And as I sat, I felt like the luckiest person in the world. And I thought about my mom...and prayed for our miracle.