Thinking

It's been and continues to be, a whirlwind of activity. But I have managed to find sometime to think (mostly, of course, in the middle of the night).

And one of the things I keep thinking about is how grateful I am to have taken Mom to some of the places I love. Over the past ten years I have gotten her to the Methow Valley, Cashmere, Glacier National Park, Sun Valley, Hood River, Walla Walla, Pendleton (nope, not during rodeo...), Ashland, La Conner. Every time, every place, she willingly took a leash, walking Murphy, Riley, or Sage.

I feel her spirit soaring in the hills, mountains, river canyons, estuaries that we were able to explore. Hopefully she is holding Murphy and Riley's leash.

Murphy's day.