Oh, What A Night

I have chosen to preempt my normal Sunday Links post to tell you an exciting tale. It's story of fun, fireworks and torrential downpours.

As I mentioned yesterday, the boys and I decided to brave Nashville's Fourth of July crowds in our quest to enjoy the perfect fireworks display. After partaking of a delicious meal with some friends, we made our way towards downtown. Our good friend, A., was along for the ride.

Our plan was to view the fireworks from the east side of the Cumberland River, across from Riverfront Park. Within minutes we had located a parking space and a premium spot to set up our chairs before the show began.

Around eight o'clock, a few drops of rain began to fall. Scanning the sky to the west, we could tell that bad weather was heading our way. The hubby voiced that he wished the show would start early in light of the pending rain.

As if on cue, the first fireworks exploded into the air. The boy, along with the crowds gathered along the river, began to cheer. The Nashville skyline made the perfect backdrop for the colorful show. Minutes passed, and we began to notice that the skyscrapers that were once within view began to disappear behind a wall of water.

It was at that moment that the sky opened up. A literal flood of rain was released from the heavens. Shouting over the noise of the rain and fireworks, the hubby proclaimed, "We are not going to leave... no matter what!"

The incredible display of fireworks continued, despite the unceasing torrent. The four of us just stood there, enormous smiles plastered across our faces, as the rain poured down. It will, no doubt, go down as one of the most memorable experiences of my life.

Never have I seen the boy so filled with joy. Never have I heard him cheer with such abandon. Never have I been so wet. It was as if I were standing at the base of Niagara Falls.

After the last burst of color had faded from the night sky, we made our way to the car and headed towards home. The boy, who was chilled to the bone, took a hot shower before climbing into bed. As I walked out of his room, the boy shouted, "That was totally wicked!"

I had to agree. It was totally wicked.