Springtime in Seattle! It’s when all of those gray, rainy winter months pay off in the form of beautiful new blooms. And man, the blooms were hard-fought this year, as we’re coming off a particularly dark and stormy season (please tell me we’re finally coming off this dark and stormy season!). We usually kick off our Spring-soaking with a trip to UW to visit the cherry blossoms – Jules and I headed out there on a sunny(ish) Friday a couple of weeks ago to take in all the pink and white.
The quad was packed with other petal-peepers, but we managed to get in a few laps.
Even on cool and cloudy days, the flowers beckon – we spent a gray Saturday romping through our favorite spots at the Arboretum.
This little magnolia grove is some kinda magic…
“I’m freeeeee! And it feels so good!”
And then, one more post-church trek over to UW, since we missed having Dad with us the first time around.
Not to project too far into the future, but this kid looks good on this campus, doesn’t she?
There are other signs of Spring around here – like the reappearance of the trusty bike seat! This is by far Juliette’s favorite way to commute to school.
And flower-filled murals gracing the walls of our church – Emily and I spent an evening last week chalk-arting in the kids’ ministry area. I forgot how fun it is to doodle!
Jules and I have taken some epic walks together lately, marching up and down the hills of Montlake at Interlaken Park…
And logging over five miles on the Chief Sealth Trail near our house (there was a boba stop somewhere in the middle there, for sustenance, of course).
We’ve been hitting the Spring birthday circuit pretty hard – this party at the gymnastics academy was a hit.
And last but certainly not least, hellooooo GIANTS! Baseball season is upon us, and though our guys are hardly off to a rip-roaring start, tuning into the games together is still a favorite weekend and evening pastime.
Inspired by the likes of Buster Posey and Hunter Pence, this little slugger has been working on her swing.
This face, though! Breathe through your swing, Jules!
I’m cherishing this age when good sportsmanship comes naturally, when swinging and missing is no less enjoyable than hitting a homer.
Welcome, Spring. We’re thrilled you’re here.