The many roots of my husband's family, from Minneapolis, Grand Junction, Whidbey Island and parts of Northern California, all wrapped around and came to rest at the top of the world.
The view changed every few minutes. We had Sound of Music hills and the Middle Earth-like fog changing colors with the moving of the sun. But the most beautiful views were the faces of beloved family.
A mother with her four children.
Plenty of silliness and laughter.
And they still sit in age order.
My talented brother-in-law sneaked out to catch the beauty.
The sun sparkled,
the fog continued to appear and swirl and hide the sun and disappear.
A little dinner, cake, a time of appreciating and praising the birthday girl,
and then the sun set with jewel tones far too soon. Goodbyes are never easy when you wish they never had to come.
Happy birthday to my dear mother-in-law. And many, many more.