A few days late, but Happy 4th of July!
Emmaline and I celebrated by getting up at 5am for her first Peachtree Road Race. Sure, she was 3 weeks out from a random summer pneumonia, but we decided to give it a shot anyway.
We waited for the subway with a few of our closest friends.
And finally made it to the start line.
We treat the Peachtree as less of a race and more of a 6 mile parade. Emmaline was entertained and delighted by the costumed spectators holding signs and offering doughnuts, drinks, and tiny American flags. She listened patiently as I told her stories of my aunts Ginny and Sylvia running the race every year, and how my mom and grandmother would coordinate a hand-off so my sister and I could run a few blocks down Peachtree Street. After the race, we’d all drive up to Lake Lanier and my grandparents would get Wendy’s hamburgers for everyone. We’d spend several days at the lake – boating, playing board games, and rarely changing out of our swimsuits.
It remains one of my favorite holidays, full of simple, no-pressure fun. There’s no gift list and no excessive meal to prepare at home. It’s about towels hanging off the deck, staying up to watch fireworks, and the smells of sunscreen and lake water.
Here’s to many more Fourths with my family. They’re the best.