Honestly, I didn't see much of the show. I was behind my camera, snapping away. And right after the show ended, I felt a bit of regret. I felt like I should have watched more of the fireworks. But looking through all these pictures takes that feeling away entirely. Because I have these pictures to remember it by, and I can still hear the loud bangs of the fireworks exploding, and I can still smell them in the air.
We followed our family traditions and got ice cream before heading the waterfront. I got chocolate chip cookie dough (my personal fave.)
AAAND, here comes the photo dump. If you get through all these I will mail you an ice cream cone with a Canada flag stuck in it. Oh wait, it would melt... never mind.
Every Canada Day, when I sit on the grass, swatting away bugs and hearing the resounding boom of the fireworks, I feel so grateful to call this beautiful country my home. I know it sounds cliche, but it's true. Even more so this year. It was the 100th anniversary of our town. This is where my dad grew up, this is where I've lived for half of my life, and even before we lived here we visited often. This is where my heart is. Makes sense, doesn't it? Because it's home.
Abbie /// XOXOX
P.S. Happy 4th of July, to you American readers. Me and my brother sang the Star Spangled Banner for you.