Afterwards we all had gelato at our favourite café and hung out with our friends. Erin sat down at the café piano and played some lovely stuff — a jazzy “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” Piazzola’s haunting “Milongo del Angel”, and a couple of sentimental impressionistic things. People love her playing. Then home for supper, practicing, and chasing the chickens into the coop.
Then it was time to head out to the Day Park for fireworks. There’s always Canada’s birthday cake to eat, live entertainment, crazy kids and hot chocolate to sip while visiting with scores of friends. Fiona definitely caught the “crazy kids” bug, and was having lots of fun running around and tumbling here and there. Erin happily gave her airplane rides for ages, giving worrywort adults palpitations as Fiona swung faster and faster, higher and higher.
Finally the fireworks began, over the lake, with the booming echoes back from the mountainous shores of the lake. For the first time, Fiona was able to sit smiling, blinking at the flashing sky, without cringing and covering her ears. She loved the show. She was asleep by the time we finished the five-minute drive home.