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The 4th of July usually just leaves me sad these days. I miss Clarkston's 4th of July show and all of the people that were there. I always remember my last Clarkston 4th of July celebration because it was also my going away party. So I think about dinner at Anna's and the great peanut chicken she grilled. Sharing a steak with Ken, though I don't think he ate his half. Blowing bubbles on the football field. Other people finding us by seeing the bubbles we were blowing.

My belly is getting so big these days. It's really making the summer heat unbearable. I try not to complain about the heat because the winters here are so cold and long. The baby (who still doesn't have a name!) moves around a lot. I realize he's not actually kicking. The movement is more like a spasm. He can't control his movements at all right now. He's surprisingly strong and it sometimes hurts.