Why is it that the most glorious fun-filled days are also the most harrowing? The fourth of July was a marvelous cacophony of activity for us and the cousins. First my lovely sister and I waded out onto the island in our pond and buried a box of treasure, then we went to swim lessons, then Kinderfest where there was free cotton candy and sno-cones and a bouncy castle and a clown… You get the idea. Then back home to follow clues and a map to the buried treasure (rubber bugs, barrets, and marbles), off for baths and then we lept into the car to drive to a friends house for an Independence Day BBQ! So they cried all the way home…it was still fun, greatly harrowing, but fun.