The windy city
I haven’t been to Chicago since junior high. (We lived in Missouri at the time and traveled to Chicago often.) Gathering there this past weekend, in a city with so many adolescent memories, with my entire family, was such a treat.
The city has changed in the past decade and a half. Millenium Park: loved it! What a beautiful addition to the downtown. (Even if they did almost tow our car.)
The best part was being with all my siblings. It’s so fun to gather as full-fledged adults. We are, all of us, loud, talkative, and prone to burst into spontaneous song. When we are together, it’s like living on the set of “Singing in the Rain.”
Here are my awesome parents who made all of it, all of us, possible. I don’t know two more remarkable people.
Oh, and these two made the gathering possible as well, by graduating with degrees in law and public policy from the University of Chicago. Movers and shakers, these two fine folks.
The great thing is that they’re both going back for more school, so we can repeat this fabulous weekend again in a couple of years.
My sisters and I had way too much fun. (Here we are at a bus stop trying to mimic those over-the-top gum commercials.) Love my family. Love this city. (With a big thanks to Seth, who manned the boy fort with grace and aplomb while I was gone.)