I know that Mother’s Day was days ago, but my memories are forever as I was blessed abundantly to be with 8 of our 9 kids. As they mature and spread their wings, they are venturing farther and farther from the nest (or do we just keep moving the darn nest on them?!!). Having them gather in one spot again is a real treat. Missing one (Layne) leaves a hole, but soon we’ll be embracing her and missing Rauchelle (and her family).
Anyways, Sunday morning brought sunshine and an invite to hop on one of Chelle’s new bicycles and head into the city with her and Marin, to cross the Columbia and casually browse through the Saturday Market (that holds over to Sundays too now, though they haven’t changed the name to reflect that) with Voodoo Donuts as the final destination. She wanted me to get the Portland experience, of sharing the promenade with weekend pedestrians and other cyclists weaving in and out of city gawkers, and to stand for 3/4 of an hour for fresh sugar-overload donuts. (Chelle has pics of me on the bike but she’s a busy working momma who has an aversion to computers so I’m likely not to see the bike pictures for months… if not years.)