Tate and I went to see the Independence Day fireworks at the 57th St. beach tonight. He was so excited. He said “fireworks! fireworks! fireworks!” the whole way there. His excitement was infectious and I was excited to be out on this adventure with him.
This was the first time since we moved to Chicago that we were able to make it to see the fireworks and probably the first fireworks that Tate will remember. He didn’t sit still for much of the display, but I’m sure he’ll remember the adventure.