Boston's red, white and blue

“Liberty must at all hazards be supported. We have a right to it, derived from our Maker. But if we had not, our fathers have earned and bought it for us, at the expense of their ease, their estates, their pleasure, and their blood.” ― John Adams

Our Fourth:  ticker-tape  |  in our red, white and blue  |  a sleeping Lyla Bird  |  the old state house where they read the Declaration of Independence  |  my handsome husband and our funny little bird  

It was Lyla Bird's first Fourth of July and our first Fourth as a family in Boston. It was doubly exciting for Bird and I since we got to spend more than our usual amount of limited time with our hardworking daddy/husband. We were over the moon!! 

We went to the Boston Pop's rehearsal concert on the third and then headed downtown on the fourth. There was so much going on in this historic city that I managed to only miss being in DC on the fourth a little.

We ended the night with a BBQ outside on our sweet friend's porch. I'm not a fan of the Fourth of July landing on a Wednesday, but we had a good time and the upside is that tomorrow is already Friday. 

Hope you had a good Fourth of July wherever you were! 

PS. Our tiny apartment has somehow eaten our camera battery charger...so until it resurfaces, we are having to rely on our iPhones to take pictures : (  A sign of just how much cleaning our apartment desperately needs...

salt, sand and guacamole

"In the morning there was a big wind blowing 

and the waves were running high up on the beach 

and he was awake a long time before 

he remembered that his heart was broken."
— Ernest Hemingway 

 There was a moment, as our plane followed the curves of the Potomac,

that the sparkling lights of the District and the glittering sun on the Sea of Cortez

collided in my mind - having seen and been amazed by both in the same 24 hours -

and the world became impossibly small and incredibly grand in that instant.

We got back home late last night, and while the cool air this morning in the District was refreshing -

I do terribly miss the warmth of the Mexican sun and the smell of the salty air.

Our days were filled with reading Hemingway, relaxing and eating some of the best food I've ever had -

Mexican food is my favorite after all, and Edith's never lets me down.

Luckily, today is already Thursday and 

I am so ready for a weekend just at home with Mr. D.  I do love where we live.