Why be happy on a day where families get together and celebrate with food, drinks, merriment, and fireworks, when my little familiar is no where to be found? Ok, I know where my family is. The kids are with their grandparents and the hubby is working his arse off to provide for us. Unfortunately, work put the man of the house out of state. So, it's the little man of the house and one depressed mama. I know, I know many families/people go through this and I should be grateful that I get to see them sooner than most. True. This is just the first Fourth in 15 where we are all separated. It's either all of us or the kids and I or the hubby and I, but never just me. It has hit me really hard and I really miss them.
You see in my mind we would all be around our families. The kids wearing those patriotic colors of red, white, and blue waving sparklers and minute American flags. The table would be decked out with condiments, hamburgers, hot dogs, corn on the cob, steaks, potato salad, and anything thing else you can think of. The tables decorated with some crafts the kids and I made. Oh and that unmistakable scent of charcoal passing by your nostrils with each passing of a warm breeze. Then to watch the fireworks show and watch the girls ooooh and aaaaaah, while the little one figures out how to react.
That is just a fantasy in my mind for now. I must put my flights of fancy away because life dictated a different reality. It has been filed in my mind under the label "Someday" for when my fantasy becomes my reality.
