Getting ready for the fireworks... carrying my daughters to the backseat of the car parked out in the field behind the old church...
Laid them down and watched the show... driving home in the dark with them asleep in the back.
This American trip is about many things...but mostly it's about nights like this.
Many months later as I write this, with so much else to consume my mind... I'm warmed by that nostalgia. That's such a gift, isn't it?