I am thankful for living in Chicago and all the fun it provides.
Yes, I will be honest, when I visit my in-laws in Iowa my inner country girl (which never even existed until I met my hubby and started learning about life on the farm) has been coming out more. Sometimes the busy hustle and bustle of the city can feel overwhelming and traffic can be irritating. But last night as we stood shoulder-to-shoulder with thousands of other city dwellers to watch the Magnificent Mile holiday parade and fireworks, I was really glad to be a city girl.
The weather was a brisk 19-degrees with 14 mph winds. It. was. cold. Our legs were numb, our fingers and toes felt frozen. The wind burned our faces. But we spent this cold evening having fun with dear friends and we all enjoyed every minute of it!
Did I mention it was cold?
We walked the streets of Chicago looking for a restaurant to warm us and settled on Mediterranean goodness, exploring some new foods. (I found out I enjoy saying Baba Ghanoush more than I like eating it and Falafel is probably something I will never consume again.) The boys loved their special table and the cooks even made Ethan his very own baby pita (which he LOVED)!
After dinner, we pushed through crowd lined streets and found a spot where the boys got a front row curbside view to watch the lighted floats, trolleys and double-decker buses roll by us. Large parade balloons floated past us as the tunes of marching bands and crowd cheers filled the air.
Within minutes of the last parade float passing by, the Chicago River came to life as a beautiful firework display filled the skies. The crowd stood in awe as they “whoad” and “wowed” the kaleidoscope of colors flashing overhead.