In the shine of the setting sun, on the afternoon of the 4th of July, my boys ran through the sprinklers while the rest of the family watched. Mason found the anticipation of fireworks mingled with the riot of playing in a yard bigger than he's ever seen almost more than he could stand. And I found that I just wanted to squeeze his little cheecks and kiss his nose. It's a mystery, then that this little clutch of photos were forgotten. Glad I found them.