The day before

In Chicago, we celebrate our Fourth on the Third. That's just how we roll, all million of us who unfold our blankets and unpack our coolers and have a picnic downtown while we wait for the festivities to begin. And it is amazing. I've enjoyed fireworks in many other towns and cities, but I've never gasped at the exploding flowers of light, reflecting and echoing on the buildings, like I have here. These moments are Chicago at its best.
This evening, we will pack the wagon and take the el toward Grant Park, casting aside the boy's bedtime and the chaos of the crowds and the concern that a potty will be close enough. We will just go, just to introduce Lil E to the whole scene, to these little bits of spirit and energy and magic bursting open. I hope he finds that with me.
So we'll be spending the Third celebrating like it is the Fourth of July, watching fireworks on the lake front
with my family, with my boy on my lap and all the grandeur of the city
lighting up the night sky.
Happy holiday, wherever the fireworks are reaching out to you.
Photo: EnjoyIllinois.com
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