Last night, as fireworks went off all along the horizon around us, I didn't look at the time. I didn't wonder about the parking lot of traffic that might be out there on 95. I didn't worry about waking up this morning and being overtired*. I sat on a beach chair on the lawn in front of Justin and Mary's house and soaked it in. It's new for me, but I'm trying to slow down**. And when we left it wasn't late, there was no traffic, and this morning we weren't sleepy. But if it was, if we were, it would have been okay. I have to keep reminding myself of that.