Eric loves fireworks. I didn’t grow up thinking they were anything special. Watching the fireworks with my family was usually from the backseat of the car and never from a prime location. But going to see fireworks with Eric is something special. We take chairs, we find a good spot, we set up with our bottles of water and now our cameras. Eric finds the radio station that is doing a broadcast to go with the show.
We joke with our fellow firework-goers. We spend time just talking to each other. We people watch.
And when the sun goes down and that first firework lights up the sky, I know that Eric is sharing something special with me. It’s something he loves. It’s something I’m slowly learning to love and look forward to.
I love hearing the kids near us gasp in wonder. I love hearing songs about America that remind of what this day is really about. I love seeing the look on Eric’s face while he’s watching the show.
I love the fact that he’s finally convinced me to actually use a tripod to shoot fireworks. And I love that I can look at these photos and remember that night that was about family, each other, sharing, and feeling proud to be an American.
2 thoughts on “Fireworks: A Love Story”
Wonderful photos Michelle! I love fireworks shows too. They are so much fun!
I enjoyed catching up on your blog. You have some awesome pictures!! I am definitely going to check out the Brotherhood now.