This weekend, we journeyed stateside for a mini vacation.  A childhood friend tied the knot, and we were privileged to witness her exchange vows with her husband and celebrate with them as they began their life as Mr. and Mrs. Adams.   After we left the wedding, things went awry…
Here’s a confession: I love being on vacation. But I hate going  on vacation. I really, really suck at going on vacation. Just ask anyone who has ever accompanied me through airport security…

A year ago, taking an overnight trip was only some-what emotionally exhausting. I would over pack. Andrew would complain about how many shoes  I planned to take. I would complain that he intended to wear the same shoes with a suit and with shorts the next day (the shoes that don’t match either!).  Andrew would roll his eyes at how much I would fit into my two bags for a weekend. I would sneak extra things […]