We made it to Whidbey Island last Thursday night and our first adventure took us off the island the next day. We didn’t want to haul too much food across the state, so on Friday we packed up the boys and headed north.
The island connects to the mainland via two bridges suspended high over Deception Pass. I have just a little, tiny fear of heights; actually it’s a big fear, and the thought of crossing those bridges is tough for me. There are two narrow lanes and I swear that if I don’t lean toward the center line, we’ll fall off the edge. Throngs of people stop to admire the view and walk across. I’m not among them. If I lived here year-round I would need desensitization therapy to overcome this – seriously.
At Costco in Burlington, we piled our cart high with lots of yummy food to feed the crew; five days later, I’m wondering if we’ll need to make an additional trip.
The kids will start rolling in for our reunion soon. Noah and Katie will return on Thursday evening. Annarose and Beza will arrive Friday night, we hope. We’re still trying to sort out a ride for them from the Christ in Youth conference in Corvalis. I’m hoping to find a youth group from the Seattle area that will give them a ride north. If not, we’ll look in to the bus or train; if all else fails, Russ will drive to Portland and pick them up there.
Hannah flies in Saturday morning and Samuel will drive over from Idaho that day. Mimi has a work event in Seattle on Saturday and will join us afterward. We’ll miss Isaiah, who is working in St. Louis, and of course, we’ll miss Kalkidan.
We’re playing on the beach, taking evening walks along the coastline, sailing the catamaran, having campfires, poking around in thrift stores, reading stacks of books, and playing nightly croquet tournaments.
I am so happy here and wish we could settle in for a year – or ten. Surely Russ could find a way to work remotely and I could homeschool the crew. I can dream.
Wherever you are in the world, my friend, I hope you’re having a good week. Thank you for reading, for sharing my life, and for so many prayers.
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