Holy, holy cow! I just went stark-raving-mad.
Psssssss..Boom! Bang! Fireworks. Gee, I told you there'd be fireworks in July. And boy aren't they just loud. Pretty loud. And the smoke is making me almost teary-eyed.
But who cares, I'm happy, I'm ecstatic.. for my friend.
Yes, it's their passports. Theirs. Not ours. Owwwws.
But really, I was at a loss for words when I got that message from my friend, Che (who's also Matt's godmother and officemate before she's transferred to Ozamis late last year). Dumbfounded may even be the correct term.
And also floored because my son was perfecting one of his circus acts again, with the concentration and determination of a pro at the same time that I got the news. Or maybe my son felt he needed to do some crazy somersaulting in tune with the fireworks.
Or maybe the fireworks were meant for this heart-stopping circus act.
And I'm sure that there really are fireworks bursting in the sky at the other side of the globe, too. 4th-of-July fireworks.
It remains a fact that fireworks are now starting to rain from the sky.
Not really on me, on us but it's inching real closer to us.