Chris 
suggested that we go on a date Saturday night. So did we go local or to Manhattan? Or to Philadelphia? When we lived in Kittery, Maine, we went to Boston for dinner on a few occasions because it was only an hour away. How wonderfully spontaneous. How had we lived only 1.5 hrs from Philadelphia for a year and not gone there yet? Well, I am not bulbous enough yet to pass up a long car ride or a day (well half day) of walking around a historic city, so to Philly we went!
“The Birthplace of America” is a beautiful city. We come from good ole Texas where most buildings are two parking lots apart and few precede 1900 and fewer 1850, so living near historic districts of the 17th and 18th century has been a real treat for this history major! From duty stations to month-long classes, we have had opportunities to explore: Portsmouth, Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Charleston and Savannah. I think I have written about each of them some where in this blog. I cannot choose a favorite! Each city enchants me in a different way. There is something about old brick, repainted shutters, courtyard gates and cobble stones beneath the shade of tall trees that both eases me and makes me bounce at the same time.
Independence Hall where the Declaration and the Constitution were signed. And my chubby self in Society Hill, one of my new favorite places.
I remember being at this stage and looking at my 4 month pics thinking, "I thought I looked big?!" Now, at 9 months prego, I look at these pictures and think, "I thought I looked big?!"