Independence day marks the anniversary of Jeff and I’s very first kiss…eight years ago. I remember it well. We were 18 year-old fresh high school graduates, sitting in his car on top of the massive hill at First Family Church. It was late, but in the distance fireworks still exploded sporadically. As soft rain started to fall on his sunroof, he leaned in and gave me a kiss I will never forget. Fast forward…and now I’m his wife.
Knowing that this is my most favorite holiday Jeff didn’t mind stopping at a fireworks tent…twice. We’re still debating on whether or not I am a bit of a pyro.
We had such a wonderful holiday and made the most of it with family and friends.