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...was one of those times that I'm fairly certain Henry will remember in some nebulous-but-pleasantly-happy, "those were the days", kind of way for the rest of his life. We packed a picnic dinner, headed to a local state park, where we ate, listened to a great band, and hung out with friends. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, not too warm and not chilly. By the time we got home, Henry and Holly were up two and half hours past their bedtime and yet somehow managing to maintain pleasant demeanors. To top the night off completely, Henry was thrilled to see fireflies drifting around in the backyard and eventually raced around to the front to see if they were there, too. They were.