Granny took the girls so we could go to a wedding in Columbia. I realized it was our first weekend without kids since Valentine's Day. It feels weird when they are gone but I am at home. I am surrounded by toys and yet there is no screaming. Luckily, I was only home alone for a few hours. We went to First Fridays- one of my favorite things in KC but we haven't gone since before we had kids. Art galleries are open late and there are a bunch of people out in the street. Like these guys. I was too intimidated to touch Darth Vader, obviously.
Crocheted metal. It looked cooler close up.
And then Saturday we were in Columbia for Kurt and Suzanne's wedding. Kurt was a runner in Rolla and did the MR 340 at the same time as Steve.
Their story is a lot like ours: same high school, but they didn't date until they were at separate colleges. They even had a tandem bicycle in their engagement pictures and to hold the seating cards.
Runners' House picture
Wendy and I danced all night long. Fun weekend!
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