Let Freedom Ring...
I've been fairly depressed lately and there is a reason why (at least I believe this is the reason) that I would like to share.
Last year my boyfriend made my 4th of July weekend perfect. PERFECT. SERIOUSLY PERFECT!!! There's nothing I love more about summer in general than spending time outdoors, with loved ones, cooking on the grill, having bonfires, etc. And on the 4th in particular, I LOVE fireworks! My boyfriend planned this amazing weekend where he invited my mom and sister to come to his house for a cookout with me, him, and his kids. We went all out making the food, I even spent like 30 min shucking corn and getting it seasoned up to make on the grill! The food was excellent, spending time with everyone I loved was even more excellent. He invited them to stay for the fireworks too, but they didn't want to stay, which was fine because I still had the rest of my family. Weeks before, we had all gone out to buy the fireworks, visiting a few stands, everyone picking out a few, we ended up with quite a lot, which was awesome because I LOVE fireworks! So we spent a couple hours shooting them off, taking pictures, a couple videos, we had music playing and the kids were really excited about them. Just a great family time. After the kids went to bed, the adults went out for the bonfire and drinks and just relaxed. It was the perfect weekend, PERFECT, I never felt happier in my life.
This year I lost all of that. I will be going to a baseball game with my sister and afterwards watching the city fireworks, but there will be no grilled food, no personal fireworks, no bonfires, and I will have lost a big part of what I felt was my family. And the problem with going to this game to watch the fireworks is that my boyfriend and I had planned to do that with the kids because finally the 4th was on a Friday, so nobody had to be in bed early, and we could treat ourselves to the "big ones" which he and the kids have never seen (I did once a few years ago up close and view them from a downtown bridge, like I did with my dad, other years). So I guess you could say my American dream has died, and no it's not about the fireworks, or the food, or the bonfires, it's about the people who meant the most to me being absent. And maybe I'll meet someone else someday, but it won't be the same, it'll never be the same because I'm not the same.
Last year my boyfriend made my 4th of July weekend perfect. PERFECT. SERIOUSLY PERFECT!!! There's nothing I love more about summer in general than spending time outdoors, with loved ones, cooking on the grill, having bonfires, etc. And on the 4th in particular, I LOVE fireworks! My boyfriend planned this amazing weekend where he invited my mom and sister to come to his house for a cookout with me, him, and his kids. We went all out making the food, I even spent like 30 min shucking corn and getting it seasoned up to make on the grill! The food was excellent, spending time with everyone I loved was even more excellent. He invited them to stay for the fireworks too, but they didn't want to stay, which was fine because I still had the rest of my family. Weeks before, we had all gone out to buy the fireworks, visiting a few stands, everyone picking out a few, we ended up with quite a lot, which was awesome because I LOVE fireworks! So we spent a couple hours shooting them off, taking pictures, a couple videos, we had music playing and the kids were really excited about them. Just a great family time. After the kids went to bed, the adults went out for the bonfire and drinks and just relaxed. It was the perfect weekend, PERFECT, I never felt happier in my life.
This year I lost all of that. I will be going to a baseball game with my sister and afterwards watching the city fireworks, but there will be no grilled food, no personal fireworks, no bonfires, and I will have lost a big part of what I felt was my family. And the problem with going to this game to watch the fireworks is that my boyfriend and I had planned to do that with the kids because finally the 4th was on a Friday, so nobody had to be in bed early, and we could treat ourselves to the "big ones" which he and the kids have never seen (I did once a few years ago up close and view them from a downtown bridge, like I did with my dad, other years). So I guess you could say my American dream has died, and no it's not about the fireworks, or the food, or the bonfires, it's about the people who meant the most to me being absent. And maybe I'll meet someone else someday, but it won't be the same, it'll never be the same because I'm not the same.