We are curled up on the couch,

the husband,

the baby,

the dogs,

the parents’ dogs,

and I.

I am moved by the beauty of a simple, summer night with the loves of my life.

Through the windows I can see the fireflies dancing in the thickness of the blue night.

I can’t hear fireworks from where I am sitting,

but it is just as well,

as the peacefulness of this little room,

for our little family,

is a little bit nicer

than a spectacle

would be

tonight.

I’ve always liked fireflies a little more than fireworks,

anyway.