I do love glitter, and when glitter bursts from the sky on a warm night, it’s just downright amazing. It never gets old.

Chris and I enjoyed greeting friends and watching The Barry Brothers during the street dance this weekend then we strolled to the Little League field where we listened as children oohed, aaahhhd and whooped over these beauties.

We couldn’t help whooping a bit as well. Thanks for putting on the show, Fillmore!