The Fourth of July this year was kind of like a reunion for me.
It had been a few years since I spent this holiday in my hometown, watching the parade from my parents’ front yard. While the event may have lost some of its magic, the day was still as wondrous as ever.
One by one, childhood friends, old teammates and long gone acquaintances began to appear. Almost everyone was pushing a stroller. As all the new mommies lined up with their babies to pose for pictures (because, of course, the first thing you do when you see a baby is get out your camera) I realized how different, but still the same, things were.
The same families still gather for the festivities, but so many of those families are bigger now. The same smiling faces still watch the parade, but those smiles are now directed towards strollers, more than floats. The same friends still resurface each year, now as proud moms and dads.
The next generation has arrived.