I have a lot to say about my trip to Chicago. So much, in fact, that it’s hard to put it into words for your reading pleasure. Cuz, really, no matter what I say, it won’t do justice to the amazing weekend I spent with Mr. B. But, as I was reflecting on the trip and trying to capture its beauty in a few simple words, I remembered my last trip to Chicago.
So, I went back through some of my photo archives and dug up some pictures of myself. I’m amazed at the difference 2-1/2 years can make. It’s in so much more than the person looking back at me in these photos. It’s in my attitude about — and my appreciation for — my life. And it’s in the discovery of true and utter joy.
Until I can aptly put my weekend into words (perhaps inspiration may come this weekend while Mr. B is yelling at the Lions on the TV screen), I thought I’d share with you just a few of the photo comparisons I was able to find.