I love how my husband exclaims when entering a city, “Thank god, back to civilization!” We had taken a very sporadic family vacation over the weekend to Chicago and it was a breath of fresh air. We’d both come from the city, he from St. Louis and I from Seattle, to finally be able to enjoy good art and food while walking briskly through the abundant flora and fauna of city parks with their unique statues and orchestra music mixed with the street sounds of an old saxophone was euphoria for us. We had originally planned to move to New York before conceiving Judah, but Life had us go in a different direction and here we are in a slow moving town 45 min from the closest city.
One of my favorite moments over the weekend was the night we went out walking around with Chicago hot dogs and came across the Picasso sculpture by accident, we weren’t originally going to go find it because we ran out of time but there it was in our wandering. I stood beneath it to get the picture while Judah and Billie were running around, Cody munching away on a hot pepper and I felt so intimidated. It stared down at me, this massive piece of steel molded by one of the greatest artists who ever lived, and I was consumed in its oddity. I miss things like this and I loved that we were able to walk around with our sons in the beauty of civilized night-time.