The humble town of Rangeley, Maine puts on quite the fireworks show on the eve of July 4th. At the last minute, we decided to take the whole family. We parked on the hill above the town in a vacant parking lot, and were able to be a bit away from the crowd.
While we were oohing and aahing over the fireworks, my 9 year-old cousin pulled out his stash of sparklers. Suddenly we were all like little kids, vying for our turn to take another sparkler. We ran around and around the parking lot, singing the Star Spangled Banner and waving our sparklers.
After the grand finale of fireworks, we piled into the car and headed home. My 12 year-old second cousin said, "Do you ever get that feeling, when you have a moment of profound happiness? You know, when you're just perfectly content and happy? I felt like that watching the fireworks."
I understood exactly what she meant tonight.