The past two weeks have been exhausting/electrifying for me. I travelled to Chicago to celebrate my 34th birthday with my family, to California to spend a day with Martha Beck at her coaches’ meet and greet, and tomorrow I’m off to NYC for the American Made convention for a jam-packed day scheduled for the Martha Stewart bloggers by Martha’s editors where we’ll be getting a behind-the-scenes tour of the convention and the opportunity to meet tons of other creatives and creative entrepeneurs and, hopefully, Martha herself. I’ll be writing about both of the Martha events this week (my day with Martha Beck was unforgettable and easily one of the most inspiring of my life), including my take-aways, notes, and photos, but today I want to share a few pictures from our trip to Chicago last weekend.
My husband knows how much I love the city of Chicago (where I went to law school 7 years ago) and that there’s no place I’d rather be (although, really, my favorite place to be is with my husband). So, it was quite sweet that he surprised me with this birthday trip. I was feeling pretty fabulous about turning 34, pretty fabulous, that is, until a friend sent me this (ahhhh, Jezebel, why are you always sooo right?!).
But alas, our weekend was filled with all of my annual favorites: a stay at the architectural Chicago novelty Sofitel; at my favorite time of year, the beginning of fall; a stroll in Millenium Park;
farmers’ market jaunts to admire the screamingly bright flowers and seasonal, overly textured gourds;
a lazy walk in Lincoln Park;
witnessing Judah’s excitement at the petting zoo (the build up of seeing cows that say “moo” was much more thrilling than the event itself–he would not let go of Daddy); and interactive children’s gardens where kids can pick their own afternoon snacks from the growing fruits, vegetables, and (edible) flowers,
brunch at Pump Room; light shopping in Gold Coast; dinners at Bandera and Jellyfish; and cake at an unnamed favorite tourist destination (Cheesecake factory, I know, but it’s so delicious!);
followed by a quick bus ride to the aquarium (movie of Judah’s cold-blooded playmate here) and chalk play with human and dog friends at the Goldcoast neighborhood park before heading to the airport (pictures are iphone and instagram).
Of course, I did not underestimate the thrill for a nearly 2 year old boy of riding on a plane and a train 2 times each during this trip. Clips from the trip of my very independent son are here and here.
This year especially, I feel grateful to the past, joyful in the present, and giddy with excitement at the so so many future ways, means, opportunities, and “magical” happenings that have allowed me to continue to learn, grow, connect, experiment, and, most important of all, create every day.