Sunday morning came too quickly.

And I mean that both literally and figuratively.

(Read about Friday and Saturday, too)

Tony and I had breakfast, said our good-byes and were out the door by 9am. On the way to the airport, we drove past Fenway, which was cool, but I’ll need to get back for a game sometime. The flight home was uneventful, although, I fell asleep so hard that I slept through the entire descent and only woke-up on impact when we landed. I thought it was turbulence.

Bye, Boston!

Then I drove home in a snow storm (stopped at Kopp’s for lunch), hugged and kissed the fam…and then passed out for the rest of the night.

Fin.

Now, let me give some props to some peeps (I’m so relevant!) and then give you my overall takeaways from the weekend.

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Saturday was amazing.

If Friday at the Helping Hands Foundation’s Winter Outing was mashed potatoes, then Saturday was the gravy.  Tons and tons of gravy.

Because gravy is awesome.

Anyway…

The morning started early when our featured speaker, Meg Zucker, took the stage.  I’d written for Meg’s blog last year, but this was the first time I got to meet her in person and she was wonderful!  Her husband and kids came with her and got to beam at her with pride from the crowd.  Her message was encouraging, funny, practical and resonant with everyone in the room!  Meg has a way of disarming you, making you comfortable and drawing you in.

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You know what kind of friendships you can forge in less than 48 hours?

The kind that will last a lifetime.

This weekend I had the opportunity to join over 300 other people at the Helping Hands Foundation‘s winter outing in Massachusetts.  The HHF is an organization that connects families of children with upper limb-loss.  In a word, the experience was life-changing.  And to think I almost didn’t go!  In fact, until about two weeks ago I wasn’t going.  So glad I changed my mind.

Friday started with a bang, too.  The plan was for me to wake-up at 4:45am, get ready and leave the house at 5:30am to catch the 6:10am bus to Milwaukee.  I shot out of bed at 5:43am.  It was like a PG-13 version of Home Alone.  A hard PG-13.  I was determined to still make the bus and really thought I would, but ended-up getting there just in time to see the bus pull away.  It helped me answer the question, “Would you rather watch your team get blown out or lose on a last-second field goal?”  Blown out.  No question.

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