Five years ago, I was wishing with all my heart that we’d have another baby.
Four years ago, Bennett was just released from the NICU and Avery was still there. The valley was flooded with thick, gray smoke from the forest fires in Glacier National Park. We had to shut the windows against the air so that Bennett could breathe.
Three years ago, I honestly don’t remember a thing. We had two one-year-olds and a five-year-old, this I know. The rest is a blur.
Two years ago, we had a little 4th of July celebration at our house. It felt like we’d been through a lot and it was time for a party. I wore a red and white striped shirt, jeans, and blue canvas tennis shoes, and I dressed all the kids in red-white-and-blue, too, because that’s just the kind of mom I am.
Last year, Tom had a writing assignment that took us across the mountains and through Choteau, where David Letterman was spotted along the sidelines of the town’s parade. I didn’t see David Letterman and only learned he was there by reading about it on the Internet.
This year, we are heading out to Yellowstone National Park, to go look at geisers and other natural wonders. We’ll be gone all week, but my regular “A Little More” post will run on Thursday at ParentDish, thanks to the miracles of advance scheduling. This week, I write about frienship, and the unexpected places we find it.
Happy 4th of July, everyone!