I am here.
At the Amway Grand Plaza Hotel and it is indeed grand. The drive was beautiful, absolutely perfect. (Especially after picking up my fabulous friend Meagan on the way.)
Could I be swayed to love the ride to Grand Rapids more than Chicago? Quite possibly. It's much closer than I thought, and lovely. And way better billboards.
I checked in and hung up my clothes, put my jammies in a drawer, jumped on my all-to-myself bed and turned on Pandora. It is very peaceful here.
In a bit I'll get dressed up and we'll be off to the International Food & Wine Festival.
(In case I forget to mention it, Experience Grand Rapids is treating me to this all-expense paid weekend. You can follow along here & here. I am so thankful for this getaway.)
I heard back at home that everyone is doing just fine. Actually having a blast... what a good day.
This morning Carter was making a peanut butter sandwich to take for sack lunch and Ivy said Carter you taking a jack junch?
It can exist... me loving and being mother and not being there every.single.moment. Well, of course it exists, but, until now I didn't find it very comfortable. I am on my way. I am almost there.