Monday, August 1, 2011

Blogging from 35,000 feet in the air seems strange to me.

Cool, but strange.


I’m on the flight home from a long weekend in Chicago and I cannot even begin to process all that I’ve seen and done.  But I have processed this…I have the most amazing family in the world. 

Last Thursday night, my cousin Michelle and I boarded a red eye flight to Milwaukee.  And by the way, red eye flights should really be called ‘feel like crud the whole next day’ flights.

Just sayin’.

Anyway, bright and early, as in 5:00am early, we arrived and hit the ground running.  And didn’t stop for the next 3 days.  We ate some of the best food I have ever eaten and saw some BEAUTIFUL country and visited with FUN people and finally met my cousins wife and had Paul McCartney sing to me.

Did you get that?


My Uncle Paul bought tickets for us at Wrigley Field.   And let me just say this….they don't make musicians like him anymore.  At 69 years old, he came on stage and sang his heart out for 3 solid hours.  No opening act.  No set changes or costume changes or fancy sets.  Not even a sip of water.  Just a plain set and 4 extremely talented band members.  Three solid hours of Beatles tunes and Wings tunes and good ole McCartney tunes.  It was the most amazing concert I have ever been to in my life.

From the moment he walked onto the stage, I was sucked in.  And brought to tears.  Yep, I cried.  And sang at the top of my lungs. (who needs a voice anyways?)

I will never forget that concert.  Ever. 


Other highlights?


My cousin Tim’s glorious house.

Sitting at my cousins kitchen table.

Sausage and peppers and onions.

Brandy slushes in the morning.

Brandy slushes in the afternoon.

Brandy slushes all day long.

Lake Geneva.

Girl time.

The best part is knowing that this trip is an annual event in my life, so even as I sit here on this plane I am looking forward to next year.


But for now I am ready to go home.  Ready to jump back in to my crazy life.  Ready to face all the messy bits that come along with the good bits.  Ready to hug that guy that I like so much and thank him for being that guy that I truly like so much.  Ready to love my oldest via text message.  Ready to squeeze the stuffing out of my younger boys.

And let’s face it.  I am ready to sleep, too.


1 comment:

  1. I miss you and am so glad we were able to spend some time together on Saturday!


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