This week started with a bang.
Last night I was taking Flynn home from our potluck and on our way we saw fireworks bursting through the sky line of Boston.
I turned to Flynn and asked if she wanted to find them...
We turned onto the Southie bridge and
There were already several cars pulled over with their hazards on.
The guy in front of us jumped out of his car and gave us a big smile and we followed suit.
We got out and ran across the road, the police told us it was for a wedding at the Intercontinental. We all stood and stared at the sky as bursts of color shot up from a boat in the harbor and exploded above us.