In February 2014, I was at the end of my first trimester.
In the beginning of February Bryon and I flew to New Orleans to go on a Caribbean cruise (this was before Zika was a thing). We flew through O’Hare. I remember being very exhausted as we walked through the airport. Bryon was always a fast walker in general and a foot taller than me. Pregnant or not, I was always struggling to keep up. In the airport on that trip Bryon had to take my carry-on (he did always say he was the pack Mule) and slow down. The difference was, in this trip, he couldn’t complain about it. I was carrying his child after all.
Two weeks after that I returned to O’Hare for a baby shower for my best friend who lives just outside of Chicago. She was in her third trimester. We were both exhausted, hungry, and were constantly looking for restroom because we kept needing to pee.
While I was there, Bryon, the ultimate vacation planner, told me what we should do.
My best friend and I laughed but we were too tired, hungry and too busy racing to the bathroom to bother.
Bryon and I always planned to take a trip to Chicago with a side trip to Wisconsin to visit a good friend of ours.
We never got to take that trip.
So the her first thing my best friend did when she picked me up from O’Hare was take me to the Family Matters House.
This one was for you Bryon.
When I posted this picture on Facebook my friend asked if Carl Winslow was in the police car. Maybe he was!
The house was across from a park. I can totally understand why Carl and Harriet chose the place to raise their 3 kids. Even if their third kid disappeared in the last season…
My daughter wasn’t impressed.
I think Bryon would be happy.