April's Wedding in Chicago!

Would you believe we walked in two seconds before the processional started?

The wedding was beautiful.  Wonderful ceremony and reception.  So happy to see April & Ryan in love!

Got to catch up with old high school friends, and explore the arboretum (taking care not to freeze our fingers off…wonder how April fared in her dress taking portraits!?)  Also got to tour Chicago for a few brief hours before our flight home. Went driving around looking for free parking, walked over to a nice looking park…and waddya know we found the zoo! Nice surprise, a bonus to cap a wonderful weekend.

…And her photographer got her pics ready a lot faster than ours! Very nice!

And just in case anyone's wondering what we're doing in those pictures, that's a giant statue of Hans Christian Anderson with a swan next to him. We're attempting to pet the swan.

Almost Winter

Almost Winter, originally uploaded by Peter Davis.

Hello from Route #3! Bundled up, almost winter now...can't wait to get home
and eat some chocolate...cocoa and brownies are waiting!

The gloves came off

We made our marriage official on Sept. 29th by engaging in our first marital 'disagreement'. The point of dissention was our vast wall space and how to most aesthetically nail in our pictures. And which pictures. And how many. After a few "fine, do it your way"s we decided that it would be best to not make any holes in the wall until we reach some kind of middle ground. All the picture are still behind the couch.

We'd love to hear about your first fights. And more importantly, who won.

Crying over Quiche

The recipe was clear: "cook bacon until nice and crisp". After thoroughly burning the first four pieces, I proceeded to under-cook the next eight because I'd simply run out of patience. (Retrospective thought: never let a 5 minute delay ruin a process that requires a 90 minute investment). Peter came home in the middle of this bacon debaucle  and helped me consume the burnt remains while assembling the rest of the meal. Forty-five minutes later our quiche was smelling and looking delish. Attempting to cut the thing was another story--as soon as I tried to slice out the first piece I realized why "nice and crisp" would have been worth the wait.

Before I get to the crying part, I should mention that this was not the first thing that had gone wrong with my most perfect plan for the day. I had my heart set on picking up theater tickets for a steal at the Seattle Rep only to find out upon arrival that they had just sold out. I was bummed. Bummed bummed bummed.  However, the thought of a warm quiche made me feel better and I headed home determined to redeem the evening.  Let's pick up the story where I left off...

And then I started to cry. Not so much bawling-can't-catch-my-breath-crying but more frustrated-with-self-for-bad-timing-all-day crying. If only I'd left an hour earlier for the tickets. If only I'd taken an extra 5 minutes with the wretched bacon. I just wanted everything to be perfect for Peter. Had I made the dish for myself, I couldn't have cared less. I'm not a fan of bacon anyway and would have removed it all. But I know he likes it (evidenced by the Costco 4-pack in the freezer) and I couldn't help but feel like I'd failed him in some way. Peter was a complete sweetheart about it,  all the while reassuring me that he appreciated my efforts regardless of the outcome. After much dabbing away of tears and lots of hugs we were ready to eat.

To my suprise, the quiche wasn't all that bad. In fact, it was perfect--because this night I was shown once again what a wonderful man I have been given. I feel like the luckiest woman in the world, soggy bacon and all.