Last week R-fam headed west.
To the land of the sky-high needle.
And the foggy ferris wheel.
And the college campus that my sweet R-girl dreams of attending.
She’s been begging to visit for over a year. I’ve been resisting. For many reasons… Some quite real and logistical. One pretty close to my heart.
But that’s a story for another time.
For now, it’s the story of R-adventures.
Like how I followed a hunch and dragged R-boy away from a bus stop and through a random neighborhood—because I had a feeling we might stumble upon Seattle’s big shy recluse.
And how I was right.
And how some bus stops were bigger than others.
And how we just so happened to choose the most glowing, golden evening of our trip to climb to the top of the city.
And how R-girl looks when she walks away.
Confidently and gracefully ahead.
Off on her own.
And how the Seattle streets were perfectly autumn.
And how the campus was a satisfying mix of brains and beauty.
And how R-girl loved the cappuccinos and the gray skies and the clan of photographer friends she finally met in person and the city and the views and the school and the possibilities and pretty much everything.
And how we found blue trees.
And pink walls.
And how I had the best hot dog ever on the streets of downtown, with fresh peppers, cabbage, potatoes, and onions grilled right in front of me and loaded on top. (And, no, I didn’t eat the bun…)
And how a certain magic spot on campus can transform any noise you make into your own personal sound show.
And how it took ages for me to convince R-boy that I wasn’t tricking him about this and he should try it. And how he finally did. (And how, although he won’t admit it, he was kind of impressed.)
And how R-girl and I discovered the real live golden girl. (And I do mean real and live. Check the eyes.)
And how we saw all kinds of amazing seafood.
And how we ate some too. Although not at this particular tourist-trap seafood restaurant, which sort of sucked:
And how R-boy found and claimed the wildest horse – of course – for our family ride.
And how we got lost in the Pike Place caverns and photo-boothed ourselves somewhere down there.
And how R-fam, and a bride, and a half-naked man being arrested by police all shared the same alley for a moment.
And how everyone in R-family made it through the whole five days without getting sick, even after some shaky, questionable moments on our first travel day.
Which all added up to a wonder-filled trip that may doom me to be a grieving mommy in a year from now.
But in this moment, I’m a very happy one, feeling incredibly, amazingly, crazy blessed.
xo
P.S. See the rest of the adventure on Twitter or Instagram at #rfamhitsseattle.
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