No mas, no menos

Yesterday, one of the resorts in San Jose (where we live) observed the U.S. plight for independence through a fireworks show.

Craig and I heard the first loud boom and decided to get up from where we were sitting to go check it out. (Note: Every Tuesday one of the resorts puts on a fireworks show, we've dubbed it "Fireworks Tuesday." Original, I know. But it's cool, I mean, they didn't do that in Toledo.) Anywho, we stood out by my sister's pool (as we are currently watching her house and dog) and watched the fireworks.

Firework #2 was beautiful.

Firework #3 was lovely.

Firework #4 was gorgeous.

Then.
It.
Was.
Over.

Four fireworks on the 4th of July. No more. No less.
C. and I laughed.

We love living here. They acknowledged our holiday, indeed. Awesome.