A picture is worth a thousand words.

Every year around my birthday, July 3rd, we packed up the car and headed to Palm Springs. It was our little tradition, and even with the sweltering desert heat, I looked forward to it every time. The hotel pool, the lazy afternoons, and especially the fireworks on the 4th of July. Since my birthday came the day before, the fireworks always felt like an extra celebration just for me.

As I watched the explosions of color light up the night, I remember thinking how beautiful it all was. My mom would lean over and say, “A picture is worth a thousand words,” and in that moment, I knew the fireworks were the picture she meant. That sky full of light and sound didn’t need explaining. It captured everything, joy, wonder, freedom, love. No words could ever match what it felt like to sit there under that dazzling sky.

Even now, when I see fireworks, I’m right back in Palm Springs. I can feel the warm night air, the excitement buzzing through me, and the comfort of those summer traditions. The fireworks were more than a show, they were a memory painted across the sky. And truly, they said more than a thousand words ever could.