Greg and I slipped away for a weekend to attend our good friend Amy's nuptials. The wedding took place in a small suburb an hour or so outside of Chicago. We took a red eye flight from LAX and landed at O'hare in the wee hours of the morning. Our plan was to rest in the airport for a few hours before picking up our rental car. Our trip coincided with a naval group graduation so the USO was crowded and loud. We maybe slept for an hour at the most. The rental car pick up was easy and soon we were driving into the city. On the advice of a friend we had a delicious breakfast at the Broken Yolk and even took a double decker bus tour before heading out to the country. Our weekend was wonderful, the wedding beautiful and the time spent together without three other voices constantly interrupting was priceless. It was just what we needed to reconnect with each other and to actually find out what's been going on in each other's life.
The little girls had a wonderful weekend with their grandparents but they were happy to see us when we got home.
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