The sad thing about summer is that it just goes by so quickly. July?! Really? My favorite Fourth of July memory is going to Texas to see the grandparents and watching fireworks from a hot dusty Texan road. Boysenberry Clearly Canadian was the only chill in sight. I always had to get the most obscure selection. I thought I was SO posh.

I am absolutely going to be that grandmother who tells this story ad naseum. But, I'm ok with that. It's the American Dream on a tiny tiny scale. Happy 4th of July! May it bring sweet memories for years to come.