Ferry Rides

“Can I go up to the deck? Please, please, can I Momma?” he begged.

It’s a 15-minute ferry ride, 20 minutes tops. After years of going on ferries, why is it such a big deal? We traveled on this same ferry on our way to the wedding. The whole family went up to the deck, we took pictures, and we had our fun. Now it’s just the way back, not a big deal.

No one else wanted to bother getting out of the car for those 15 minutes. I for sure didn’t want to. But Judah’s big brown eyes worked me over, as they always do. They beckoned my lazy self to unbuckle my seatbelt and travel up the two flights of steps to the deck. I brought my book to keep me occupied.

When we reached the top I chose to sit on the bench inside to avoid the wind, but Judah headed right out to the deck. I opened up my book and kept an eye on him out the window, glancing up from time to time to make sure he was okay. After a few minutes I became more interested in watching Judah than the words in my book.

He stood amongst strangers and gazed out over the water, looking from the left to the right. Then he stepped back and went around to the other side of the deck and looked some more. He watched the birds, the people, the movement out over the Puget Sound. I found myself captivated by his fascination with everything surrounding him. I wanted to be inside his little head and listen to his thoughts.

Judah is an observer. He wants to go and see and do and take in all that he can. I hope he never loses that. And to think that I almost missed it. I didn’t want to get out of that car and be bothered with the wind and all the people, but I’m so glad I did for that brief 15 minutes.

School’s out for summer

Today was the last day of school for us. I know, I know, we’re pretty much the last district on the planet that was still in school. We’ve been counting down to this day and we’re all pretty happy about it. But as I’ve been thinking about what the end of school means and what the summer holds I find myself conflicted. Summer brings freedom from being bound to the schedules and early mornings, but it brings with it its own set of problems.

No more packing lunches, but…hearing “what’s for lunch?” on top of “what’s for dinner?”

Open schedules to be free and spontaneous, but…hearing “I’m bored a minimum of 10 times a day

No more backpacks and papers everywhere, but…more stuff in every room,  everywhere, all day.

No more setting the alarm for 6:15am, but…kids staying up too late, keeping me up too late.

Overall, summer break’s great. The pros outweigh the cons. Then again, I haven’t even finished day 1 yet. Here’s to a summer of more spontaneity and less whining!




Never say never


I have a good friend who decided to start running when she turned 30 and then proceeded to run a marathon. I’ve always respected people like that; those who try something new and then really get into it. She has since run many other races and on occasion has asked if I’d be interested in running a race with her, to which I have always responded with a “thanks, but no way”. I’ve run with her a few different times for fun (is that even possible?) and was proud of myself for keeping up. Then I’d wake up the next morning unable to move.

I’ve enjoyed running off and on for the last several years, more time off than on. If anyone even mentioned running in a race I quickly told them that there was no way I would ever pay to run because that’s just crazy talk. I had successfully turned down all race-running invitations up until a few weeks ago.

The company Andy works for was putting on a 5k which Andy was required to be at. The race was in Tacoma near my sister’s house, so Andy threw out the suggestion that Jillian and I should run in the race. Just like that, for the first time ever, I considered running. Even more surprising, I paid to run. I hadn’t run in a couple of weeks and was slightly nervous that I might be insane. But I had paid my money, made plans with my sister, and I was in. …

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