On the 4th of July

Today I ran my very first 5k. I didn't just up and do it, I trained for 9 weeks.
And today I pinned on a number and ran to the best of my ability and finished a little over 3 miles in a sad 49.15 minutes. With that said. I hate running. It makes my entire body hurt so bad and I have to sleep immediately after. I keep hearing that it gets better, but jeez. Anyway, I have no idea if I'll ever run another race but at least I did it once.
The most precious part of my day was the very end. We didn't go out to watch the fireworks this year. Instead I got the boys ready for bed and we opened up the shutters. With every firework came a joyous  "yay!"  From my dears followed by the corresponding color. It was such a happy little game. The sight of them plastered to the window, elbow to elbow, was just so sweet. I will remember that.