As soon as my lifelong friend, Scott, told me he was getting married Labor Day weekend, we were determined to go. As soon as he told us it was going to be in Savannah, GA, we were thrilled to go. So we dropped off the kiddos at gma and gpa's (w/o tears thank you very much) and headed out:
Day One: Fly into Jacksonville, FL and road trip our way to Savannah. See so many Waffle Houses that we were determined to eat there. Good thing there was one right next to our hotel (and every other hotel in the entire state).

Day Two: Enjoy the sites of Savannah. Which for Ryan meant the trees-





and for me meant things like actually knowing who Juliet Gordon Low is and seeing her house:



other random sites:


Of course, the wedding:




Notice that we don't have a picture of the bride? Yet, Ryan thought the ice cream toppings warranted digital remembrance. He still says it was the "best wedding ever."
Day Three and a Half: Instead of heading straight to a hotel after a long day, we did this vacation Fitzgibbons style and drove in our Sunday best to Orlando to go to...Disneyworld...where else? It was only 5 hours away...




Day Four: The day of the 3 failed alarm clocks/wake up calls and the shortest 3 hour drive ever amid 25 police cars to make our 11:30 am flight. Thanks to some skilled driving, some luck, and some airport know how, we made it (still in the A group thank you very much).
We came home to some very cute and happy kids...but that's another post. This one is just about us.