We were in Stockbridge for the Fourth of July this year. It was great! The weather was hot and perfect and there was a lot of bustle out on the Bowl. We paddled, swam, played music, drank beer, saw old friends, met new friends… Everything you could hope for.
Sarah’s parents went to go see James Taylor the night of. (Apparently it’s a tradition.) Sarah and I stayed back with the kids and watched Coco. It got pretty late and Otis was getting pretty tired, so we put him to bed. The fireworks started soon after, so I ran upstairs and put a shirt on the groggy, half-naked kiddo and carried him down to the dock. It’s not very exciting watching fireworks from far away, but it’s a nice compromise when you’ve got small kids.