I especially love our little town's annual Labor Day Parade that my family has gone to (or been in) for over 25 years. The parade is pretty much the same year after year so my focus is the kids who keep getting bigger year after year. My oldest grandson missed the parade this year because he was camping with a friend. I'm sure he was fine with it, but his mom and I were a little sad.
Call me sappy, but I always get a little teary when the parade starts with the fire engines, sirens blaring, from the local volunteer fire department. It was pretty exciting one year when several of them had to peel off mid-parade to go fight a fire.
"Mr. Bones" has been to as many parades as we have but he is always a crowd favorite.
This is my favorite picture....the kids all know to stand and salute the flag as the color guard passes by. Even Beck, in the background, almost got his hand over his heart.
Then he showed his patriotism with a little flag waving.
My daughters always stand and sing the fight song when their old high school band passes by.
The kids......not as impressed by this as they once were.
The "labor" part of the Labor Day Parade always shows up at the end of the parade.
Then off to lunch at our favorite Mexican restaurant. The big kids had some kind of game going that involved a folded piece of paper flying across the table....I know, I know, manners and all, but I was sitting by them so they got away with it.
The little girls were just happy to pose for pictures,
until they weren't.....I think this is their "no more pictures, Grandmom" pose.
Another year, another parade. I hope there are many more to come.