We just arrived in Portland this morning to the most perfect wet and gray Portland day. We are thrilled to be here and Mercy and Aaron are both enthralled by how different the Pacific Northwest looks and smells. The sky, the trees, air that you don’t see…
There is a particular feature that lends much to Portland’s charm as a city. The city straddles the Willamette River, and there are a series of fantastic bridges that connect one side of the city to the other. Mercy LOVES bridges. She sings songs about bridges, claps ansd squeals when she sees bridges, and builds bridges whenever she can with blocks or train tracks or any other toys she may find. Only she can’t quite say the word correctly. Much like “fox” and “stick”, “bridge” is a word that, when your daugher shouts it at the top of her lungs in public, people turn and stare. It is that pesky “r” that isn’t easily pronounced.
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Welcome back to Oregon! It’s nice to know there is someone here enjoying the wet, gray day as much as I am. I had no idea how much I had missed autumn down in Pasadena.
Thanks, Heather! Mercy got to go out and stomp in puddles today in rain boots, a first 🙂 And now the kids are in bed and we are sitting enjoying some nice Chateau Ste. Michelle in front a fire. Life is good…
Your blog reminded me of how much I miss my best friend who moved back to Portland, Oregon one year ago two days ago. The rain describes a bit how I feel.
haha. How cute. Reminds me of when our Tiffany was a little girl.
Glad you’re having a nice time in Portland. I’ll have to go to Google Earth and see their pictures of Portland. Oregon does have a good reputation for its beauty and climate.
Have a blessed time there.
They don’t even sell Ch. St. Michelle in Saskatchewan. But as much as I miss the Northwest … there’s nothing like a sunny Saskatchewan day at -25 C. I love it. Have a great time in the Portland, visit Powell’s. Sorry to hear about your grandmother.
I’m with Mercy – bridges ROCK – especially the ones that cross the Willamette in P-town. We didn’t make it over the bridge to the west side this weekend. Hopefully I’ll get to show my son the joy of crossing those great bridges soon.