What is more wholesome, down-home, and just plain fun than a local parade and a neighborhood BBQ? The only thing that would have made my 4th of July just that much better would have been a homemade apple pie (nobody makes it like my mom). Otherwise, it was perfect!
Several years ago when we attended the Freedom Festival Parade in Provo Aaron camped out overnight to reserve our front-row seating. This year, we were lucky to have a great hook-up and got the VIP seating without the hassle of holding our spot. The boys loved the police officers on motorcycles, the fleet of army trucks and rescue vehicles, and the marching bands playing patriotic tunes.
After the parade, we had a quick lunch with Nana and Papa Grover at their house-in-progress and then took the boys to our neighborhood's annual carnival/BBQ.
With the fires raging throughout Utah the past few weeks and the ban on fireworks in our community, we didn't get to set off any of our own fireworks this year. But, the firework display from our back deck was still pretty impressive.