4Th of July, 2007. On the drive to the Rexburg parade, I remembered how melancholy Kristin had sounded the night before. I called and asked her to go pull Anona out of her cave (she had vowed to stay in and study all day) and meet me at the park. We ate until we were sick. Then, we bought balloon hats, knowing it would be impossible to stay sad wearing balloons. They gave me a "snake hat" (I didn't fire them) and a horse made out of brown balloons. Good day. Good company. Good memory.