I love July. It's full of Fireworks and community and love and excitement. I love the memories. So many memories. Spent with family and friends. Snuggled up watching fireworks. Laughing so hard all night long. BBQ's and eating all the food. Fishing with Grandpa and feeling like I was the favorite, even though he had more than enough love to give to everyone around him. Watching Fireworks with the Idaho Falls Temple in the background. Celebrating July 3rd with friends and fireworks at Eaglewood golf course. Spending time in Park City at the parades and at the Canyons with some of the people that mattered most to me in the whole world. Small town Morgan fireworks and roasting starbursts in the backyard of my parents. Most recently taking my perfect little family of my own to the rooftop of Jason's school and watching the fireworks all around the City of Fort Worth. It was never really organized but all of our med school friends would eventually end up there. On top of that roof of the place that brought us all together and gave us something in common. I loved that. It is also the time of year that I tend to get homesick for family and friends the most. I remember struggling in New York knowing that everyone I cared about was celebrating a fabulous holiday with out me. In Michigan feeling like the state just didn't know how to compete with excitement that Utah brings on the Fourth.