I say it every year, but the Fourth of July is honestly one of my absolute favorite days of the year. This year I went up to my friend's cottage on the Lake and almost died of happiness.
Wednesday evening after work we rushed out to the cottage, blasting Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke (it gets better every time, I swear). Despite the muggy temperatures, we spent the whole night playing games and drinking and laughing. Being in such a wonderful and beautiful place with the people I have known and loved since grade school is one of the most amazing feelings in the whole world.
Thursday we woke up to showers which quickly cleared and the rest of the day and night was gorgeous. I obviously got burnt, because I apparently can't handle sunlight, but it felt so good to be outside I didn't even care.
The night ended with wine and chocolate cake and fireworks over the water and I was just so content and happy I could have cried. Days like that, when all conditions are perfect, happen so rarely that when they do it's just the absolute best feeling.
It was the happiest I've felt in a long time and I'm already trying to figure out how to get back there as soon as possible.
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