We decided to go to the fireworks display at the George Bush Museum and Library. The deciding factor was closeness. Since the temperature got up to 109 degrees today, we wanted to go somewhere that had easy access to home. I really wish we could have biked there, but it was just too hot for the girls. Maybe next time.
We had to stop off at Target to buy a cooler (since we left ours in PDX), water and Gatorade. Then we turned around and went home because I forgot the ice and a bottle for Georgianna. Not too bad considering all of the other things we could have left. We parked at Reed Arena and took the shuttle to the museum. Jonathan forgot his cell phone in the bus so he sprinted after it...apparently he managed to catch up because he joined us about 45 minutes later cell phone in hand.
Now, there is a lot to write about, but I'll save that for tomorrow when I upload pictures. The story for tonight took place about 2 hours into our 4th of July celebration, right before the dimming of the lights and fireworks. Some dude comes up to the mic and makes all of the right noises about thank you for this and that. Then he invites this other guy up to the stage to give the invocation.
Now, some of you might not know what invocation means. Jonathan didn't. I did. Kind of smiled a small little smile when the man at the mic asked the gentlemen to please remove their hats and everyone please stand. I got the girls to face forward. Reagan wanted to dance and play, but I told her to be still. Jonathan was still a little confused. We'd already finished the anthem. I got the girls in order just in time to bow my head and show them how to fold their hands. Jonathan's mouth dropped as the man opened, "Oh, God, our Father in heaven..."
So, when was the last time you went to a publicly funded fireworks show and somebody prayed?
But that's not all. Jonathan's eyes almost popped out of his head when at the end of the invocation the majority of the crowd said, "Amen!"
I just love Texas.
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