Their reactions to the simple fireworks that we had were priceless.
I have one video of them that I keep watching over and over . . . it makes me laugh every time.
They danced and laughed and attempted to turn cartwheels.
By the end of the day (well past their normal bedtime) . . . they were tired and smelled like chlorine, sunscreen, and root beer floats.
Hugging them goodbye I hugged each of them a little tighter than usual . . . because next year they will be a year older.