starlights & firefighters forever

Every morning/afternoon/night... I wake up to the sound of Stars and Stripes Forever on my cell phone alarm. That tune's so full of power and joy that I can't help but pick it:) Tonight, for the first time, I shared this song with thousands of people... like...

-little kids in sundresses and mud
-grandfathers bending slowly down to grab pieces of watermellon

-firefighters lined up in navy and reflecting tape
-chubby jr highers
-Bible school students
-People of every color and accent
-my roommate and her frisbee and cookies
-Blues musicians
-Paddle boaters
-Babushka'd ladies with "Race for the cure" sweatshirts

I had this conversation with a little boy:
LB: You can have a piece of watermellon! Do you want it? It's ours. We brought it.
T: It looks like good watermellon! It doesn't even have those black seeds in it!
LB: No... but THOSE do (pointing to the cherries)
LB: Acutally... those aren't seeds... they're pits.
T: Yes... you are right:) Definately pits... not seeds:)

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There's something beautiful about seeing the firework colors light up on your friends' faces.