After a hiatus of more than two months, it is time once again to focus on thankfulness. Instead of counting blessings, I’m challenging myself to come up with them alphabetically. (You can find the rest of the posts in this series here.)
One post wasn’t enough for the letter W when I owe you a wrap-up of a wonderful winter weekend.
I love my husband and kids, but sometimes I simply need to run away. That’s how I spent Valentine’s Day weekend this year. I forgot to give advance notice that I was leaving a day earlier than originally planned, so there was a surprised look on SuperDad’s face when I told him Thursday night at supper that I’d be leaving the following afternoon.
The first leg of the journey was the 5 hour trek over the mountain pass to my brother’s house. By leaving one day early, I had plenty of time to spend with his family. I hadn’t seen them since the Lovebirds got married; eighteen months is really too long!
I was too busy spending time with family to take picutres, but here is one from one of my rest stops along the way:
W is for…
On Saturday afternoon, I headed south to spend time with my “sister from another mister” and of course, I had to also shop for beads.
My SFAM & I met at church and for several weeks wondered where we had seen each other before… it turns out we’d never met — it just FELT like we knew each other already.
Staying at her house also feels like being at home. On Sunday morning, we got up and went to church together. I hadn’t been back to visit since we moved away in July of 2007, so it was fun to surprise people.
But who stands still on such a weekend?
It was time to rush north to Seattle and attend a writing workshop! This really deserves its own post [soon!] but here is a picture of me with a friend from Virginia — one of the women who co-led the workshop! She had e-mailed me the month prior to let me know about it (not knowing it took place 6 hours from my house) but hey, if you travel 3,000 miles, I might just travel 300 miles to see you.
As the rain spit and the wind blew, I drove across Lake Washington to see yet another friend. Some of you might recognize this wonDERFul woman…
Cat art and other pictures (including Gus and Chewie) will have to wait for another post.
It took me 8 hours to cross back over the mountain pass on the way home, reminding me why I have always avoided cross-state treks in the winter.