In most areas, the fireworks are on the 4th of July. But in the small town where I am from, they are the night before. You go hours before they actually begin in order to get a good place to sit. The girls had a blast playing and eating, but by the time the fireworks actually began little Olivia could barely keep her eyes open. She ooed and awed through the first few but after a few minutes, I looked over and found her sleeping on grandpa's lap. Oh well, she will have many more years to enjoy them.
