Have I mentioned that I love the
4th of July
I seriously do
I am a patriot
I love my country
and my silly husband who likes to take pictures of himself with the camera….
but that isn’t what this post is about
it is about the
Every year we go to my hometown’s parade
I say hometown,
but really I should say
“home suburb”
I grew up in the ‘burbs
about 15 minutes north of Salt Lake City
I really enjoy the parade
the local police, sirens blaring
lights flashing
going down the middle of main street
there I am holding baby boy punk
(this is probably the last time you will see my picture on my blog, so savor the moment)
he got a kick out of the police and emergency vehicles.
He kept turning around in my lap and saying
“bye-bye”
he wanted to get down really bad!
Awwww
The color guard
carrying “Old Glory”
Love that flag.

The local Boy Scouts passed out little flags and Tom thought they were fabulous!

Here we have some local heroes

This fellow married one of my best friends.

and you can’t have a parade without a marching band!
Afterwards we walked to the city park to take in the festivities.
Each of the punks got to have their face painted







We had a great day.