Last night we went and watched fireworks in the Menards parking lot. We had really great seats where there weren’t a ton of people on either side of us and the soybean field was the only thing in front of us. It’s crazy how many people come out for these shows. People fill the various parking lots. They also park on the road including the interstate ramps. I don’t think you’re technically supposed to do that but I’ve never seen anyone get in trouble for doing it.

My sister-in-law and her family are visiting from Texas. We usually try and get together with them a couple of times when they are here. My son invited one of his camp friends to join us. He came and brought the two other camp people who were also back at camp and hadn’t made any plans. This didn’t bother me but it did get me thinking. The days of things being just “our family” are pretty much over and they have been for a while. This change occurred very slowly.

This idea of family that I’ve had, that is, a mom and a dad and their kids together as a unit living under roof, this is the definition of family that has made me most happy. This is what I have worked hardest to preserve and keep in my life. I feel like God is saying it is time for me to let that go, to let my idea and definition of family expand. After the fireworks show it was dark enough to see stars. I used my SkyView app briefly, content knowing I’ll get back to them soon.