We just got back from a long weekend in South Bend, Indiana to celebrate a college friend’s wedding. My mom graciously took care of the bigger kids so we only had Gemma with us, and oh my goodness it was amazing. She slept for a couple of hours at a time on the drive, allowing us to talk uninterrupted–lap of luxury right there, folks.
Thanks to Notre Dame’s commencement falling on the same weekend, hotel prices were jacked way up, but we came across a rental house that ended up being just about perfect. It was so nice to have the freedom to relax and share meals that weren’t in a restaurant, and we enjoyed having the use of a grill and deck. Our time there was short, but we loved that we got to make the most of it by sharing the house with our friends. Gemma got to meet her godfather, we had fun playing with our friends’ kids, and then the adults still got to hang out after the kids went to bed. Our group of friends is scattered all over the country, so on the rare occasions we can be together, we really cherish the time.
Since we were basically across the street from Notre Dame, we did some exploring and gave ourselves a tour of the pretty campus, we visited the South Bend Chocolate Company (no pictures, because everyone was too busy trying to decide what to buy) and bought out most of the donuts from the West End Bakery. Clearly, our priorities were fueled by sugar.
The wedding was lovely, and the joy and holiness of the couple shone through everything. We were so glad to celebrate with Tom and to meet his sweet bride.
Gemma was a doll and I kept saying how EASY it was with just one kid, especially one who was so little that she was pretty low-maintenance. Her new favorite toy? Everyone’s water bottles.
We ended up being busy much of the time, but it still was so much fun and relaxing–much more relaxing than if we had taken the big girls. Besides, then I wouldn’t have come home to find some new artwork on the walls:
which at first I was going to blame solely on Sophia, until I looked a bit closer and spotted a bit of writing higher than Soph can reach… and if that wasn’t enough, the letters GRA are spelled out under a photo of Grace. When she eventually confessed, she said that she was writing the name under the picture. (under one that Joe took, she wrote ‘Dad’)
Back to reality, I suppose–where we’re already planning another reunion for next year!