Beginnings

If this sign is true...




Then my story began here...




Walla Walla.

This weekend while Nick was on his annual guys hiking trip, Charlotte, Max and I loaded up the car and headed over to eastern Washington to the place where my story began. A place where Main Street looks as if it could have jumped out of a Normal Rockwell painting. Where every store you stop into, you just happen to run into someone you (or your mom) know. Where all my childhood memories are packaged and held for me...memories that now, being away from that place, I hold even dearer to my heart.

It got me to thinking about Charlotte's story. Her home where it is all beginning. What will she take away from these days?




I hope that she'll remember the reading...



The playing...



The exploring...



And we'll make darn sure she remembers how very much she is loved...



These first 11 weeks of her story have truly been the best days of my life. As I savor these last few weeks with her before I return to work, it helps to realize my home and my story are with me always. My home in Walla Walla. My home in Seattle. My family. I carry them in my heart.

And it will be the same for her I hope...that she knows we'll always be there, just as we have been...since the beginning.

*Photo via Nan Brotherton Photography