*the above photo was shamelessly stolen from Facebook (thanks Gabi!) and the grainy iPhone photos below are allllll mine
Joe and I went away for the first time in five years of marriage. A good friend got married in Michigan, which was close enough to do a quick weekend road trip, but far enough away that the thought of taking the kids on a quick trip with lots of road time and minimal chances for naps made me want to pull my hair out. Luckily, my mom was willing and able to babysit for us. It wasn’t exactly a romantic getaway, but it was a lot of fun.
We were able to crash with my cousin and her husband at their new pad, then see some dear college friends who are scattered across the country once we got to MI. Plus, one of the guests was my best friend (who lives in crazy hot, crazy far away Phoenix) and her little family. We stayed up way too late, got eaten by mosquitos (through our clothes!!), laughed a lot, reminisced about crazy college days and friends, and had a great time dancing at the reception. Oh, and on Sunday, the groom’s uncle said Mass outside at the bride’s (family’s) home. I think I can safely say that it was my first Mass in a rocking chair.
We got home late Sunday night, so we didn’t see the kids until Monday morning. I was woken up in the early dawn hours to Grace whispering, “Mom, just so you know, I wet the bed.” Welcome home.