a b'ham weekend

My mom's family has been tied to Bellingham for a long time, and it's always a treat to head north and visit the cousins and grandpa and aunts and uncles and old friends. We sang and fed chickens and snuggled dogs and told stories and ate homemade blackberry ice cream, among a whole host of other lovely things. The months are short when you're far away, but my! how things change. Everyone's older and sillier and some are taller (Dandy...!), and our family's slowly stretching to welcome new folks into it. We're a blessed little posse of people, that's for sure, and I'm so thankful for every one of my dear ones who have roots buried under Mt. Baker's watchful peak.