a perfect memory

i have just had a wonderful evening with my daughters… fireworks at zionsville park…

i can remember going before we had emily – some church friends of ours tipped us off to it.  much better than lugging toddlers downtown to watch.  erin was so scared the first time that we covered her ears and to keep her from crying we had her yell “BANG” each time one of the fireworks went off.

today, erin made the deviled eggs that we ate at the park (she’s a good cook), and emily packed the cooler with all the other goodies (and then roamed around like the mother hen wondering what we might be forgetting).

when we first got to the park, it rained pretty hard.  we sat in the car for about 15 minutes and waited for it to pass.  i just kept crossing my fingers hoping that they wouldn’t give up and want to leave… and they didn’t.

we found our spot and set up camp while a mostly decent coverband did songs like, Take it easy (eagles), Change (sheryl crow) and Rocky Top – UT fight song – Go vols!

Only once did the girls ditch me – otherwise, i was part of the evening with them.  I understand why people struggle with teenagers, and i do struggle from time to time – but, nevermind the struggle – they are amazing!  why would anyone want to miss one single moment that they will allow you to be a part of!!

the last memory of the night was me sitting in my chair behind them, seeing erin’s curly hair and emily’s flowing hair lit up by the fireworks as they went off.

and… like their mom… they cheered. giggled – out loud, hands waving in the air – clapping, clapping…

like little girls, again…