This post is more personal than informative, but...it's my blog, and ultimately where my memories live.
This little gal, Micah, is the world's friendliest tour guide. She stood behind her Mom's car in her pjs late Friday when Regan was heading out to the airport, she was not getting left behind to do something silly like sleep. She was there in pjs to greet me, and then she proceeded to tell EVERY sales clerk, base guard (they live on post), and tourist she passed that I was her Mom's best friend, and her Aunt Christy. Then she'd usually ask said person for a high five, or...on special occasions "high five/knuckles."
After a very extensive home tour when we arrived at her house (I was introduced to every room, and pipe cleaner, toy, and pet present in her house). She introduced me to her dad and let him know I was her Mom's best friend. I'm sure, after more than ten years of knowing me, he was grateful for the clarification.
She wore her dress, polka dot tights, rain boots, and boa. She collected all the flowers she could hold along the path. It was a gorgeous walk they take often through the Lakewold Gardens full of mossy stones, ferns, and flowers.
I kept telling her I was excited she got to go on a girl's trip with Regan and I. We got a package of Twizzlers (which Micah calls Snappys....who knows why, but it's cute, and Regan and I have shared many a package of Twizzlers on a drive). I see many more girl's trips in our future.
Last up, I forced the family to pose for a picture. And then I left a huge piece of my heart in Seattle until next time. Too little time, but too much time had already passed, I'll take anything I can get. Now....to plan the next trip!