The boy came to Wisconsin for 4th Of July week. Yes, there is irony in that. He is indeed British. But, really, it was the English king that the colonists didn't like. And he wasn't very good to the Scots either. So I think all is well.
After a day and a bit chilling here at my parents' place, we got in the car and drove to the family cabin on Washington Island. My sister, her hubs, and the bebe came too. The weather was superb for nearly the whole week. It was sunny, but breezy. The water was clear and warm and the mosquitos weren't hardly a bother. We relaxed like proper not-quite-as-young-as-we-used-to-be types.
We also enjoyed playing with sparklers and long exposures.
I went a bit wild*
He went romantical*
We swam/flounced about in the lovely, bathtub-warm, shallows at the Jackson Harbor Ridges.
I think Maia wished I had brought along a dolly swimsuit.
The Scot was very excited for his first proper Independence Day fireworks. We got to the park early to get good spots and everything...
...and then the one and only big of rain for the week showed up about 15 minutes before showtime. It rained the whole night.
But it was dry on the 5th :)
Another dry night also meant more fun with things that sparkle and nicer cameras than mine!
(the heart didn't quite make it)*
I think I could play with sparklers and cameras for days. Definitely something to play with again in the future.
As it always happens, the week ended too soon. The Scot headed back to the East Coast and we won't see each other til late September. 2 1/2 months - the longest we've yet to be apart. Our max has been 6 weeks, and that was crap. We're 2 weeks down, though, and I'm plugging along. In the meantime, I'm keeping myself occupied planning the upcoming nuptials (3 months away!) and getting lots of tiny things made for BlytheCon in Dallas. Dollies! New friends! Shopping! It'll be nearly as fun as fireworks.
* = photo by The Scot