This weekend, we took our first trip with Maya, who survived a dog-paw to the face while breastfeeding in a car wash, to the wilds of Wisconsin, where we witnessed one of my dearest friends from high school get married. It was a wonderful opportunity to see more from that circle of friends (and many offspring and spouses and parents; we took up three tables, just the five of us and our accessories), though we only lasted into a few of those thumping wedding dance songs. I wish we had chances to see one another more.
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