Over Memorial weekend, the wind blew the choir boys from Minnesota to Chicago and back again.
The subject of every.single.photo. that my son took? Buildings, roads, and train tracks. From the bus to the top of the Willis Tower - not one human image was captured on his memory card. Any photos I have posted here featuring actual people are borrowed from the choir blog. (Hope that's ok) (and thank you, choir staff!)
Maybe this fascination with structure and style means he has a brilliant career as an architect and will build his parents a lovely lake home for retirement? Or high rise loft apartment?
He wrote a very cute and boyish letter to us while away. I don't mean to make fun of him in any way by transcribing this, it's just too adorable for a mother not to love:
Dear Mom in the hotel I sleep better than at home, for some unkowen reason. the bus ride was grat and we reched chcago in one day. and remember, keep the girls out of my room. we also went swiming. In the fieled museum we saw some neat exibets, and a 3-D movie of Sue. the sky dek was the best. in the elevator, we past eaech floor in like, an eighth of a second! and How high we were.
Wise homeschool veterans would tell me not to worry, that correct spelling and punctuation are come later.
Oh well. Much can be forgiven the moment you hear your own son sing like an angel:
Overall, we were all excited that he had this opportunity to travel, and we were mighty glad when he came back home to us.
