home...safe and sound

Jen and I got back yesterday from Chicago and while we were both incredibly anxious to get back to our families, we agreed that our weekend was one of the most fun trips we have had. :) I don't remember the last time the two of us got to spend so much time together without kids. We talked, talked, then talked some more. In between we had a great time with our friend, Chalet, in celebrating her wedding.

I have to say that being in a state that actually has a real "fall" was pretty cool. Walking around with the beautiful brick buildings and fall colors was really fun. It was cold but not, "I can't be outside for more than 2 minutes" cold. :)

The actual wedding was sooo fun! I made Jen proud by getting out on the dance floor quite a bit.The food was awesome and I had the BEST most tasty cupcake (let's be honest, cupcake should be plural!) I've ever had. It was a browned butter cupcake with browned butter frosting. Holy cow. Wow. 

A highlight for both of us was just relaxing in our room, reading, watching TV, and NOT HAVING TO GET OUT OF BED RIGHT AWAY in the mornings!!! :)

The day after the wedding was awesome! We walked a couple miles to downtown Chicago. We shopped around and then ate at a super cool foodie restaurant called The Purple Pig. It was here that we had the best dish I've had in a long time, Eggplant Coponata with Goat Cheese. Know what it is? Yes, we didn't either, but after the waiter said it was the best thing on the menu, we took a risk and were very glad we did. :)

While we had a blast, both of us were soooo excited to get back home to our kiddos. We actually both cried a little a midst the clapping of the entire plane when we landed. In summary, passing over LAX upon our supposed arrival time + an announcement from the captain that the flaps on the wings weren't working + informing us that emergency vehicles would be accompanying our runway landing + observing the stewardesses talking to those seated on the emergency aisles + a dead silent airplane due to people on edge = a honestly frightening landing. Jen and I were holding hands (quite tightly I might add) as we landed and were incredibly thankful to be home. Very, very thankful. I'm good on flying for a while.