July Third.

I came home at 11:15pm tonight, to fresh flowers on the kitchen counter and $5.25 worth of fireworks in a crinkled paper bag from my husband, which is a gesture of love, and I totally get it. He loves me! And although he's not that into 'burning' money (as he calls it), my patriotism and traditional side gets the better of me each year and we compromise on a small and modest sparkling show.  

I love the 4th of July! I love my husband!  I love my home!

And somehow, that $5.25 is so romantic to me.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have some snuggling to do.

Xoxo.
Hollie Rae