You might not have provided fire works this year, but you brought burgers and beer, barbecue and babies. Swimming and wading. Late night jamming. Morning omelettes and coffee with a side of shared wisdom. Old friends in pretty dresses. Pub games. Yard games. The nerdiest sort of card games. Lots of swinging. Two year old friends who cry, arms outstretched towards each other when they have to say good bye. Plays written in performed in a single evening. A few sparklers. The best crab soup.