This last weekend was a busy one, but I'm only going to talk about the 4th of July for now. I was so excited for the 4th for two reason: 1. It's my second favorite holiday (Christmas is the first) and 2. Toren had it off of work.
We knew the day would be full of hanging out with our friends here, so we planned to take advantage of the morning time and do something by ourselves. We woke up early and headed off (with Baxter) to this Old English town about a half-hour away called Granville. Lucky for us they were having an Independence Day Festival in Granville. It was a little rainy, but we decided to tough it out and find a nice spot to watch the parade. Once we got ourselves settled, and Bax calmed down a bit (he was thrilled to be around so many different people and dogs, all of which were giving him loads of attention) the parade started. It only took the first firetruck honking and the drummers following that for Bax to realize that he was NOT going to enjoy the rest of the parade. He started freaking out. So, we walked back to the car. By the time we got there it was absolutely pouring. We ended up just going back home. At least we got to spend some quality time together in the car. And we parked by a neat catholic church...so we even got a couple pictures.

That afternoon, we all headed to the park down the street from our complex so the guys could play a little football. The weather still wasn't nice, but it wasn't rainy. Toren made Baxter and I proud by leading his team to a best of 3 victory. The only thing that made it better was that after the game he told me that he dedicated all of his complete passes to me. What a generous and thoughtful husband.
Then, of course, we all met at the pool for a barbecue and some
Marco Polo. Again, Toren amazed the crowds with his athletic ability (though I think some of it might have been his new Speedo allowing for an easier glide in the water). The day's games were fiercly competative and a few guys had to do Nesty's. The one below wasn't quite good enough and he had to do 2 more before he landed one sucessfully. His back was bright red.
Once it was dark, we went to the park to watch Dublin's local firework show. We were close enough and the fireworks were big enough that we could actually feel the booming in our bones. And in the words of Mallory: "That's what freedom feels like."