We stayed in Bellingham Friday morning, because Curtis’ parents were watching his brother’s children, and Curtis wanted to spend some time with them before we left.
It was another beautiful day. Perfect for lounging in the sun.
We took the kids to a park.
This is a little girl I don’t know, but she reminded me of Grace as a toddler. Same long hair, same adorable baby legs, and the same patient reserve. She stood on the edge of the water park for a long time watching the other children before she ventured in — content to join the fun on her own terms. Brought back lots of fond memories.
Shortly after we arrived back in Seattle, George and Curtis left to attend a Discovery Institute event, leaving me, Jacob, Grace, and the baby to find our own adventures. We started with a simple evening meal consisting of crackers and goat cheese, fresh peaches from Pike Place Market, and fresh green beans from the Gypsy Cottage garden. It was light and delicious and left plenty of room for . . .
This time we visited the Capitol Hill boutique.
After we finished our frozen treats, we strolled around the neighborhood.
I love old buildings for their artistry, and I love them for their secrets. Promises whispered, sick children comforted, hearts broken, friendships restored. Laughter, tears, loyalty, betrayal. Life. Death.
I hope all the places I live remember me fondly. Don’t you?