My 4th of July was spent with my very favorite people, my neices and nephews. My sister Audra's kids are Colby (7), Riley (8), Casey (3), and Alley (1.5), my brother David now has one daughter, the little tike getting all the love from her cousins, Anna (7 months). I remember when Riley was five and she came up to me point blank and said, "Um, Aunt D'Arce, I'd REALLY like a cousin." I couldn't believe how they can turn on you at five! Thank goodness my brother came to the rescue. Everyone now has a cousin, life is good, and when they start crying, I can give them back!
The amazing Potter family hosted a "Time Travel Party" for the 4th. Everyone was supposed to dress like someone they admired from the past. Rebecca in her beautiful sari straight from India was Mrs. Ghandi, Emily, with her dreads and destructive nature was Shiva, the god of distruction, and Daniel....well, I don't think he ever decided, at one point it was Sufjan's murderous clown and later it was the unromantic Bozo, personally, I think he could pass for an 80's skater at the end of Xanadu, or as the movie critic once said, "Xan-a-don't".
I, at first, was the French feminist Simone de Beauvoir, because I always wanted a crazy, existentialist boyfriend (Sartre), but when no one knew who she was, and Emily found me a microphone, I became Barbra Walters, circa 1958...complete with beehive. Stephanie was a someone British, with a frown, I can't remember now, and Darrin is obviously Robin Hood (although fictional, we let it pass).
The night wouldn't be complete without a rousing game of croquet.