Sunday, July 17, 2016
George doesn’t remember how it came up, but a couple of years ago he was curious about how many days old he was – so he looked it up and realized that he was almost 10,000 days old! He made a big deal about it, got donuts for his workmates, and just generally celebrated the day.
Two years later and my 10,000th day finally arrived this weekend. It coincided with the end of our honeymoon, so we started the day with a breakfast picnic in Jackson Park (the site of the Columbian Exposition), went on an architecture boat tour of Chicago, and ended the day with dinner at a new local Mexian restaurant about two blocks from our house.
Cheers to finding the little things to celebrate! (Although George would counter that 10,000 days alive is a big thing!)