So Aaron and I made a really fast trip out to Wisconsin to see my cousin, Andy tie the knot.
We left the airport at 5:34 in the morning, the day after Kiera graduated.
It was a Friday. The wedding was Saturday, and we flew back Sunday morning.
Aaron has never been to Wisconsin, so it was fun to take him there.
On the plane! I'm so not a fan of flying.
Aaron has always dreamed of going to the museum in Oshkosh. So, since it was almost on the way, we drove through and stopped. I think Aaron could have spent the rest of the day there.
Another little side trip we made was off to find the church where my grandpa was christened in 1880. I had already discovered that it was now a house, but we found it and saw it in person.
Afterwards, we headed east a bit further so Aaron could see Lake Michigan.
One of my favorite places is just down the road at the cemetery. I think I must be related to at least half the people buried here. At least the older ones. This is the grave of my great-grandparents who immigrated to Wisconsin from Germany.
The Bride and Groom, Andy and Ginny.
The last look at the house and farm where my maternal grandfather grew up.























