There is something magical about watching fireworks blast off and explode in the air. I used to think it’s because of the brilliant colors illuminating against the dark sky. Perhaps even because of the initial loud booms echoing into the night. Reflecting on today’s events though I now see the firework display as a symbol of just this – time spent with family and friends, taking the time to learn about and express ourselves with those we love and care about. Moments like these are the things that those talk about in their deathbeds. No one in their dying hours ever say that they wish they made more money or worked more hours. Life is about experiences… the good, bad, ugly, wonderful, and everything in between.