Last night we came home after nine-hours of friends, food and Wiffle Ball.

As we made the left onto our street a burst of red, white and purple fireworks lit-up the sky.  As we turned into our driveway, the smell of a freshly fired grill wafted through our open windows.  As we unpacked the car a warm wind welcomed us home.

And as I watched Briggs, sun-kissed and half-asleep waltz to our door, all I could think was: “So, this is love.”