Every Fourth of July, our family tradition unfolds, layered in memories, stitched with love, and always full of red, white, and blue. For as long as I can remember, we’ve gathered on the same Rhode Island sidewalk in front of my aunt’s family's house, waving flags and cheering on the Bristol parade. It’s more than a celebration of independence — it’s a celebration of family.
This tradition began with my dad, then my kids, and then my nephews. And now? The next generation, my grandkids, toddle and twirl along that same parade route. This year, they did it in something extra special: handmade Nikiolee Made shorts and bloomers in a vintage-style red, white, and blue star print.
Each pair was sewn with the same love I pour into every bag and piece, but these were especially dear. There’s something about dressing your grandkids in something you created with your own two hands that makes a moment feel timeless. These bottoms held up everything, from snack time to impromptu dance moves and even a dinghy ride.
In recent years, a new tradition has taken shape: boating into Bristol Bay. My dad, who’s had a boat for as long as I can remember, now anchors just offshore and brings the whole crew in via dinghy. This year, it took three dinghy rides to ferry all of us to land. It’s a process full of laughs, missteps, and a little chaos — precisely what makes it so special.
Once ashore, we walked as a unit — sandy feet and all — to my aunt’s family’s house, where the familiar spread of homemade food, warm hugs, and endless laughter awaited. After the parade, we head back to the boat, jump in the water, and soak up every ounce of joy the day has to offer.
This year felt especially full circle — my grandkids wearing starry bottoms I made, arriving by boat with the same father who brought me here decades ago. It was a reminder that while the details may evolve, the heart of our traditions stays the same.
From my family to yours — may your summers be full of sun, stitches, and stories worth sharing.
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