Yesterday morning I picked up my daughter's friend and together we ventured over the mountains, visiting, eating snacks and listening to music with great joy as we anticipated our reunion with the dear daughter and friend.
The day dawned bright and beautiful, making our drive through the mountains spectacular.
We crossed the border without issue and enjoyed the novelty of visiting the country just south of ours for a brief few hours.
Thankfully, despite delays, we arrived at the airport before the daughter and happily watched her plane come in, depositing her into our open arms.
Ahhh what sweet bliss to have this girl nearby again.
For as long as the Lord wills it. Another season of growing together and learning how this new dance of mother with adult daughter is done.
I managed to find a couple of quilt shops with the help of a confident, commanding voice emanating from our GPS. Overwhelmed by the quantity of colors and styles on the bolts of fabric I somehow managed to gather together a treasure bag full of enticing pieces that will hopefully rescue the quilt I am presently working on and supply enticement for future projects.
The drive back up into Canada was absolutely lovely. We were happy to be on home soil and were overwhelmed with the beauty of the city of Vancouver as we drove over a massive bridge. The fading day shining over the mountains around the city, with the ocean glistening on our left was exquisite.
Springtime on the West Coast is almost beautiful beyond words.
So lush and green with masses of blossoms and trees and bushes.
A relaxed evening and night in the hotel brought us into a new day where we hit downtown Vancouver for some appointments and sightseeing.
Hard to believe what two days can hold in terms of beauty and emotion and joy.
And now I once again lay tucked into my own bed with Ladybug alongside and the anticipation of a longweekend ahead.
With my daughter at home.
Thank you kind Jesus.
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