little illini.

you guys...

andy & i went back to his beloved hometown this past weekend

for a neighborhood garage sale bonanza.

every year around 100 homes in his parents' neighborhood have sales.

the garages are cleared, filled with treasures, 

and then rockfordians flock to the neighborhood back alleyways in droves. 

we didn't walk away with too much,

mainly because we knew we'd already have a jeep full

of vintage furniture from andy's grandpa for the return trip,

BUT...

we came across this gem as andy was clearing out a box 

full of childhood memorabilia.

you guys...

i still die every time i look at it.

a 1985 illini track suit that his little body once wore.

we're not in baby mode over here, but...

you better believe i'm hanging onto it.

too sweet.