A New Perspective

Last night my dear sweet Winnie threw herself a birthday party. She knew what she wanted, knew who she wanted to spend the evening with and that’s what she got. It was lovely.  

We were not a young crowd but we all shared in our love for this tiny person with so much inner joy. To be quite honest I heard very little of what was being said but I could still share in the laughter and love.

Every person there, aside from Boy Scout and I, are from Winnie’s church. A room full of Catholics and us. It was fascinating. I asked the group if this was some kind of weird intervention, were they trying for conversion? They laughed and then invited us to Sunday’s pancake breakfast.  Hahahahahaa. We passed.

Instead, I watched the sun rise as Mt Hood supervised.



I’d say she did a fine job. 

Comments

  1. Marie SmithNovember 20, 2022 at 7:36 AM

    She did indeed! Beautiful!

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  2. PixieNovember 20, 2022 at 7:43 AM

    Beautiful!

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  3. MargaretNovember 20, 2022 at 7:57 AM

    Gorgeous! I love mountain views at sunrise. We had a spectacular one of Rainier this morning. Welcome to the PacNW!!

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  4. Debra She Who SeeksNovember 20, 2022 at 8:53 AM

    Glad you had a fun time!

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  5. BillNovember 20, 2022 at 11:26 AM

    Absolutely beautiful!

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  6. Shari BurkeNovember 21, 2022 at 3:10 AM

    Winnie seems like a lovely person and I'm glad you found one another! Mt Hood--gorgeous as always. :-)

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  7. AnonymousNovember 21, 2022 at 7:30 AM

    Sounds like a lovely and loving birthday party. Beautiful sunrise there. Love your Mount Hood photos.. (This is NewRobin13 commenting.)

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  8. Margaret (Peggy or Peg too)November 21, 2022 at 10:29 AM

    I'd say so too! Gorgeous.

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  9. JeanieNovember 22, 2022 at 5:19 AM

    Sounds like a very fun party -- and a glorious sunset!

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