It doesn't really get dark here in July, so fireworks aren't very exciting. The weather was - how shall we say? - less than scorching, so a BBQ wasn't an attractive option. We didn't have a plan for our Independence Day this year. We didn't need one.

We got up, paced the house for a few hours, panicked about "wasting our holiday weekend." Then we decided to go for a drive to eat at this southern barbecue place I'd heard about.

Traffic was light. Food was good. Lillia pooped her pants at the restaurant.

We took pictures of eachother in the clover by the highway.

Then we headed home.

Matt and Lillia napped on the way back. At the house, we wandered into the backyard. Matt built a fire in the pit, so I broke out the S'mores stuff.

We lit off a fountain firework leftover from last year and Lillia waved some sparklers around. Then she went to bed and Matt and I curled up on the couch to watch a movie.

Best country in the world.