Last year on this day our family was en route to Portland. Specifically, we were in the town before Green River, Wyoming on I-80. It was the calm before the storm and the friendships of the adults on the trip were still somewhat in tact.
We're settled in Portland now and I am grateful. This week is our Portland-versary. We'll march in the peace march next weekend, just as we did last year, except this year we'll know where we're marching.
Mr. Man and I bum around town on warm days like today, only to return home to snuggle mountain. There is beauty everywhere I look.


