77 lightning bugs.
They all crowded together in the pretzel jar.
Working together. Running to catch them from dusk. . . until they seemed to flash and then disappear in the darkness. . .
Luke said he caught a King with a crown.
Jack caught the smallest baby near the raspberry bush.
Ethan was too tired and wanted to go up on the big bed. . . maybe next year. . .
Laughing. . . calling numbers. . . Amazed we could catch so many. . .
Will remember this night always. . .