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The Best Fourth Ever

This past Fourth of July was honestly the best one that I've had. It was such a great day. Sammy came home from Chicago the day before, and I was so glad to see him. We got to spend the morning snuggling, which was amazing. We went to the grocery store real quick and it was actually a good trip. Usually when we go to the grocery store we fight over silly things and I get a headache for unknown reasons. This time it was rather enjoyable. 

As soon as we got home and got the cold items in the fridge, we went swimming! Sammy and I haven't been swimming together in years. Years! It's almost disgusting. We've been at these apartments for two years and have never gone in the pool together. When we got to the pool, no one was there. The water was fantastic, and we had fun trying to remember all the different swim strokes. It's fun being weightless in the pool because we were able to give each other piggy back rides and carry each other bridal style, and just be goof balls. Then, we read our respective books poolside. There's seriously no better place to read a book than right next to the pool while the hot sun dries you off. 

After pool time, we finally showered and then went to lunch at Freddy's. Sammy had promised me that we could eat there a week in advance, and I'd really been looking forward to it. I love their fries and fry sauce, along with their burgers and ice cream:) 

After stuffing ourselves, we went home and watched Zootopia. That's now on my top favorite Disney Movies list. It's SO good. I thought I wasn't going to like it, but I loved it. I put off watching it for so long, but am glad we saved it for this perfect day. I love the messages about racism and xenophobia, but it's also hilarious and fun. There were so many easter eggs to other movies, and even one to Breaking Bad. Such a fun movie! 

It was after watching the movie that my sunburn began to appear. 
I honestly have no idea why this is how my arm turned out. 
After the movie, we took a little nap, I wrote for a bit, and then we met up with some friends for ice cream. We then headed over to the rec center to watch fireworks with them. The problem is that the rec center they wanted to go to is one of the busiest in the area because they have divers  that come down with the flag. I've never been to their fireworks show because we could see the fireworks from our backyard. But they wanted to go, so we decided to give it a try. 

When we got there though, we couldn't find out friends and couldn't get in contact with them. There were so many people, so we just picked a spot and decided to stay there. 
After awhile it looked like it was going to rain, people were setting off their own fireworks all around us, and honestly, we both don't care about seeing the show. I can't describe the amount of love I felt when Sammy leaned over and asked if we could leave. I'd been thinking the same thing. We saw all the different fireworks shows from the safety of our car on the way home. 

It was the best Fourth I've ever had, and I honestly don't think next year will be able to top it. 

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