The BF was going to stay back while his family went to the fireworks.

I encouraged him to go. It’s not like he’d be missing anything — I knew FoH would be asleep and honestly, I was looking forward to a little alone time.

As I was taking trash outside, I was caught by the spell binding display of fireworks.

I decided to sit on our swing and watch. I have spent the last almost thirty minutes on our front porch. Swinging and watching. Oohing and ahhing outloud.

My own private show. It felt like The Universe special ordered it just for me.

It’s fun to believe life puts you first. And to feel how good things are when watching lights light up the night sky.