This year’s Independence Day celebration made a major deviation from previous ones. Rather than the usual BBQ, beach, lounging, and evening fireworks displays (which I love photographing) my wife and I visited our good friends, Natalie and Matthew, at the hospital. Originally, we planned on finishing the last couple of episodes of ‘House of Cards’ and having a relaxing day, but Jeannette’s phone pinged with a text message.
“We’re going!” she shouted.
“Where?”
Already halfway to the bedroom to change, “BABY!”
I can’t seem to find the words to describe the combination of speed and excitement my wife expressed in this moment. Imagine if you’d had won the lottery and you had to escape a fire. It was something like that.
While she pulled a Clark Kent-into-Superman clothes-change, I grabbed my camera and then got dressed too.
July 4th not only became a celebration of our nation’s birth, but also of Conner who’s small stature eclipsed the grandeur of any firework.
