totallyjeneric

Sunday after the wedding, we wandered around the Art Institute of Chicago and admired the works of Seurat, Monet, Cassatt and the like.  We explored the Modern Wing, peered into miniature rooms and marveled at a collection of paperweights.  Of all the pieces on display, though, none compare to the piece of art that is my husband (and Allen) (and his sock).  How I ever became so fortunate to marry this boy, I do not know.