Happy Late Fourth!

I always forget just how much I love the fourth of July until it hits and the same goes for a local 4th Parade. I whine and complain about how hot it's going to be and how I am going to burn my skin off (my dad's family is notoriously pale, ruddy, and freckly and although I'm not ruddy I got the other two, not that I'm complaining, I've come to love my pale freckly skin). But I usually cave and complain the whole way to whichever locale my dad sectioned off the night before (it's a big parade!) and continue to complain as we sit there and wait for the flyover (the signal of the beginning) but as soon as that first jet breaks the sound barrier over my head I shut up. I loooove the parade. I dont't know why I always forget. The flyover and all the military men/women are my favorite part. My family has a really long military history (go Navy!) and I just respect it beyond words. My dad was in the Navy during Vietnam, his goal in life was to be a fighter pilot for the Air Force but his vision was too bad, he looks so sad when the planes fly over... But regardless, my respect for the military and passion for history combines on the fourth to form this super American that stands for every single flag and tears up when the vets walk by. 

Oh and the second best part of the parade? Mitch Daniels float. He got booed. We hate him in our little section of the state, do NOT sell our toll roads and expect a warm reception!