As we are approaching the end of October and Alice starting half term next week, it can only mean one thing. It’s nearly firework night!
Andy and I have different opinions on firework night, he finds it quite boring to stand in a cold field or garden to watch fireworks go off, with the occasional ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’. Whereas I love it.
When I was child we did the same thing every firework night and it was one of my favourite nights of the year. Dad was in charge of the fireworks and we would have them out in the garden. We would wrap up warm with coats, hats and gloves and head on out to watch the rockets shooting into the sky, the catherine wheel whirling around on our shed and of course we always had sparklers too. What is there not to love.
I am not too sure if its the actual fireworks that I love the most or what we used to do afterwards back inside the nice warm house. Because my mum would make us tomato soup, my favourite, but it was different than any other day that we would have tomato soup. On Firework night we would have it in a mug! I know how amazing is that, it really is the simple things that children love and this has stayed with me my whole life. Followed by hot dog sausages and it was just the best.
When it came to doing something for firework night for our family, Andy really was not bothered. Plus the girls were young and we weren’t sure how they would react to them. So, for the last two years we’ve gone to my parents house for fireworks and it has been just like when my brother and I were children. My brother would come too with his family and its has always been a lovely evening.
The first year, Alice was only small and she stood inside and watched them through the window. I remember her being fascinated with them, but not really sure what was going on. Last year was the first year she knew all about fireworks and what they were. She was happy to go outside to begin with and stood holding nanny and grandad’s hand.
But, as time went on, she started to get a bit unsure about how loud they were and we went inside for the last bit. Siting at the patio window and watching them. Holly was there too, as she had stayed inside with Andy for the whole lot.
It was then time for my favourite part the food. Mum had cooked what she had always cooked when we were children and it was still the best dinner ever, even as an adult.
This year firework night has fallen on a Saturday which is even more exciting with us being able to have our firework night on the actual day. I have started looking for fireworks online and deciding which pack is best for us, there is so much to choose from.
We will then be heading over to my parents house once again to set them off. I am hoping that with the girls being another year older we might get to stay outside for all of it. But we shall see.
I love watching my girls experiencing the same family tradition that I had as a child. It really is these simple ordinary moments that I treasure and I hope they will remember them forever, just like I have.
Do you enjoy Firework night? Do you have any family tradition that you do every year? I would love to hear about it.
Note: The firework pictures are from our trip to Sydney and not the type of fireworks we have in the garden!!!!
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