Hi there friends!
I hope you all had a LOVELY fourth of July weekend! I certainly did. I just flew back last night and landed at Ft. Lauderdale airport at midnight. It’s so funny to see the differences in airports depending on the time of day you get there. Either way, we were up high in the sky and could see fireworks down below and it got me to thinking. I wish I had posted this last week, but I think you’ll still enjoy it.
Everyone has their fond memories of being a kid on July 4th and staring up at the sky in awe. Fireworks burst overhead, the ground shakes, and the crowd is dazzled. As a kid I spent most Fourth of July weekends up in the Pocono Mountains with my family. Every year we would make the 15 minute trek to Elm Beach and sit on blankets to watch the magic. As I have grown up and realized that it would be cheaper to fly ON the 4th instead of on the 5th, I now find myself watching the fireworks from way up in the air as I fly home from the mountains.