There is something magical & quixotic about a warm summer night filled with fireflies. Something that calls to the child within to find the world resplendent with magic & fairies. The west coast doesn't get fireflies, so it wasn't until we moved to the Midwest that we discovered how simply lovely the world is when filled w fireflies. I'm so grateful my children live in a land covered with magical creatures. Where the innocence of catching a firefly in your hand, even briefly, is wondrous & thrilling. The squeals & giggles pervade even though my children are growing up. Granted I don't see Kier out there chasing them like he used to & Liam cannot get out & about in our backyard due to access issues but he likes to watch his siblings chase them & catch them & bring them to him so he can see them light up, up close. McKenna, though she is 13 going on 14, and younger brother Nolan, almost 11, l...