This 4th of July, we decided to not take Cora to see any fireworks displays for several, supposedly good reasons. (she's to young, it's too loud, it starts at 9pm blah blah blah) So she went to bed as usual around 7pm, and woke up, as usual, around 11:30pm, thirsty, or cold, or wanting Mama. (The result of traveling. It happens every time) After a drink and a snuggle I was attempting to get her back to sleep, but outside our window, our neighbors were having a little fireworks display of their own.
Cora sat straight up and started talking about stars. In my groggy haze with no glasses on, I looked at the window, confused. Surely she can't see stars. We live in the city. But she insisted. 'Spark-ly stars!' I realized what she was seeing and put on my glasses. She was transfixed. She was riveted. She was amazed. She talked and talked about it, using sentences I didn't know she was capable in an effort to communicate her wonder. Matt came and joined us and we watched her watch the fireworks, enjoying her joy. The next morning as she hopped in bed with us, she talked about it again, for 10 minutes straight until we went downstairs for breakfast.
How easily I forget to marvel at the beauty around me. Fireworks are old news. I've got them figured out. I have a pretty good idea of how they work and while they are enjoyable, they don't mesmerize me. Much like so many other things around me that I think I have figured out. I'm so grateful for new little blue eyes to see through and remember the pure joy of life, the wonder, the beauty, the gift of it all. And that fireworks are really sparkly stars, falling in the night sky.
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So cute!!! We took Wyatt to watch the fireworks. He fell asleep around his normal bedtime in my arms and then woke up right before they started. He watched them but I think next year he'll be just as entertained as Cora.
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