The freedom to knock holes in your walls.....2 hours before you're supposed to be at a family BBQ. Making us run a little late. But it's okay because it gives us more freedom than you can imagine.
The freedom to celebrate the birth of our country and our niece.
With squirt guns aimed at Daddy.
And water balloons. Also aimed at Daddy.
And a pinata.
The freedom to make hair clippies on Sunday afternoon upon realizing that my girls didn't have 4th of July hair clippies.
The freedom to hoard craft supplies even though I have no organized place to keep them in order to make the above clippies possible.
The freedom to make a yummy dinner. The blessing to actually have healthy and not-so-healthy food to feed my family.
The freedom to enjoy fireworks with family and friends. And licorice.
The freedom for my girls to live life to the fullest.