Since the first year we were dating, Seth and I have been watching the Liberty Park fireworks together on the 24th of July (Pioneer day - our state holiday - for those of you unfamiliar with it).
Every year, we lay out lots of blankets/tarps in the morning to secure the best seats possible and invite friends and family to join us. It is our own little tradition that we love and the fireworks are always fabulous. Last year we found this fabulous new place with fewer people smoking pot in the vacinity of our little babies and no trees blocking the view. After the fireworks, we decided that it would permanently be "the place".
So, this year, just like each of the 8 years before, we staked our tarps down in the morning and headed back with blankets and snacks in the evening.
We could see the trailer of fireworks out in the middle of the field on the other side of the fence - the perfect spot.
People joined us the sky got darker and we had light saber wars with glo-sticks and headlamps shining in nalgene water bottles.
And then those first "bangs" shook our whole bodies as we watched the fireworks explode directly over our heads. (Brynn was a little too surprised by those first big bangs...but she quickly moved on to the oohs and ahhhs and woahs.)
And then the "ground show" started as a firework exploded sending its glittering sparks to the every edge of the field. The next firework flew over the fence to the middle of the street before it exploded smack dab in the middle of the crowd - "that one got out of control" we thought to ourselves. But one by one, each of the fireworks exploded on the ground in random sporadic places. I could tell that this wasn't right, but I wasn't sure whether to run further from the field or stay, but sat scared to death trying to account for one, two, three little heads who were seated on various family member laps. Morgan was standing just 2 or 3 feet from the fence when the firework landed 2 feet inside the fence and exploded. I saw the silhouette of my baby boy 4 feet in front of the firey burst, and Seth reached out and grabbed him by the arm to run with him to safety. Again, this time as I ran, I counted for one, two, three little heads. My heart raced as we continued to see the bursts exploding around us. We found cover behind a tree, where we calmed three crying children and held them close. I don't know how calming it is for a child to be cuddled close to mommy's chest where they can feel her heart racing and her body shaking, but we huddled until they were calm. Finally, as the regular fireworks continued up in the sky where they were supposed to be, I sent Seth to check for injuries. Luckily, near us, all that happened was burn holes in blankets and tarps, but further down there were injuries. Soon the fireworks stopped and the only flashing lights left were the ones from the ambulances and firetrucks.
We walked back to Seth's family's house and did some sparklers to help the kids overcome the fear of the night. Morgan wasn't up for it quite yet, but Chloe timidly took to it.
I am so grateful for our safety and realize now more than ever how dear and sweet my family is to me and how precious this life is. It made me squeeze those three little people a little tighter and cuddle up to my sweet husband a little closer. This is not an experience I will soon forget!