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.”