I am an unabashed fan of fireworks. I am one of those you will see with a very large goofy grin on my face as they pop over my head.

7 years ago this summer I stood in NYC with my beloved's arms wrapped around me watching the fireworks over Central Park as my unborn child did cartwheels inside me.

Last night, after a day filled with cartwheels, I stood in Assiniboine Park with that baby's arms* wrapped tightly around me (excitement and a bit of unease) watching the fireworks explode over our heads.

It's a lucky, lucky life.

* The boys had headed back to the van as the youngest isn't a fan of the noise.