Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair.
– Susan Polis Schutz, American poet
The 4th of July has come and gone, and I'm in recovery mode. A lot of work went into creating the courtyard and preparing for my cousin Janet and her husband Tim's annual visit for this three-day holiday. First things first, though, was meeting up with them at Oakland Coliseum's O.co for a date with the Oakland A's against the Toronto Blue Jays. They got a late start from leaving the Central Valley and finally got to the ballpark in the 5th inning. We got caught up and imbibed – yes, they serve wine at O.co – and cheered the local team to the first win of what would become a four-game sweep by the time the 4th of July weekend ended. For the third year in a row, we enjoyed the fireworks show after the game, but minus Jacob, who celebrated his friend Connor's birthday by cavorting on the grassy field during the show. As a child, I was never that excited about fireworks, but magic happens when you watch your kids' faces light up with delight and wonder, and it matters where you are and who you're with. Magic.
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