A couple weeks ago, I had the chance to fly to Seattle ALONE to throw a bridal shower for my sister. Micah’s mom flew into town to visit on Friday evening, and when we picked her up from the airport, I got out of the car, gave her a hug and then walked myself and my tiny suitcase into the airport to catch a flight. My best friend picked me up at SeaTac at 11pm and I was in bliss.
I always have mixed feelings when I visit Seattle. I have such dear friends and family there, but I truly despise the weather most of the time. I don’t like rain, and I don’t like being cold. The morning after I arrived, Sarah and I put on fleeces and yoga pants (yes, in late-June) and went for a walk around the lake. On the way, we ran into her brother on the way to the coffee shop, chatted it up with neighbors, and then ran into another friend who mistook me for my sister. In that moment, my heart softened for Seattle once again (like it always does) and I thought “I love this city with its friendly, cozy little people running around in winter jackets in June.”
In all actuality though, it was a beautiful weekend in Seattle and once the morning chill melted away, it was perfectly sunny. After our walk, we invited some girlfriends over for coffee and donuts on the porch, and later that evening invited even more friends over to grill Alaskan salmon fillets while we watched the sun set over Lake Washington.
Other than the bridal shower on Sunday afternoon (more details soon), there was no set schedule for the entire weekend. I was able to sit and relax, talk to friends with no time limit, disregard nap time, cruise around town to visit my nephews and nieces, and go out to ice cream with my sister at 10pm. Being away from my motherhood duties for a few days was a sweet sabbath for my soul.
Thanks, Seattle, for being cozy – filled with fleece jackets, hot coffee, sunny afternoons, gorgeous sunsets, and deep friendships.
