For the past five years we have attended our local Independence Day Parade. Here in our small farm town, things don’t change much from year to year. Some years we sit on the other side of the street just to shake things up. We’re crazy like that. But all in all it’s the same ol’ parade. No matter which side of the street you chose to sit.
The only thing that made this year’s parade a little different was the feeling of knowing it was the last time we’d attend the parade in our fair town. Next year will be a new parade in a new town. I have to say, I got a little nostalgic. But then the same exact same parade that I have watched for five. straight. years. rolled through and I quickly got over it.
Talk about same…Molly’s 4th of July outfit from last year still fit so she is even wearing the same clothes as last year. And she’s sporting the same hairdo. With the same hair pretties!
Each parade starts with the waiting and looking.
With periodic moves into the street to see if the parade is coming yet.
There is always a bit of irritation and impatience.
But eventually the fun begins…..
….with the band that is too loud.
Molly always waves to the parade participants.
You routinely have some of these:
Along with a bunch of these:
Sprinkle in a few of these:
Hey wait…here’s something new! Molly’s friend Julianna was marching in the parade with her church group and sneaked over to say hi.
But then it was back to our regularly scheduled parade, which always ends with these bad boys. If you ask me, the farmers are just showing off.
Obligatory picture with Dad.
Obligatory picture with Mom.
In the evening we attend fireworks. Since this is way past bedtime, Molly shows up bathed and in PJs.
And of course there is more waiting for things to start.
More obligatory pictures:
And then BOOM!
By the end of the evening, everyone is tuckered out, including Daddy.
Finally, the same old traditional bedtime story: Apple Pie 4th of July. 
Happy Birthday America!
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