We departed Seattle today with full hearts. So many people have gone to great thought and energy to love on us during these last few weeks of transition. They welcomed us into their homes, fed us, prayed for us, helped us celebrate a birthday and a graduation amid our chaotic circumstance, gave us thoughtful cards, scripture, and gifts, and patiently rallied this morning for a continually delayed launch. Our hearts are touched and simultaneously melancholy to leave such loving people.
Even Seattle rallied for us. This year’s never-ending winter rain and drear broke. The kids and I were gifted sunny skies yesterday for our farewell tour of downtown and we were given pleasantly crisp and DRY weather for today’s commute through the city. The prolonged winter has delayed the blossoming of the cherry trees until now, which made for postcard-worthy scenery as we rode along Lake Washington. Mount Rainier peaked out during our picnic lunch at Seward Park to enhance our view across the water. Such great visuals to have as our last memories of this city!
In addition, the Seattle freeze thawed today. A standout act of kindness came early on as a guy ran out of his shop to pass off a decadent cake pop baton-style to the Old Man while we were riding down the street. (The kids and I are entertaining the idea of circling back tomorrow to see if we can get more, like trick-or-treating at the houses with full-size candy bars…. Kidding!) People graciously waited behind us on our slow ascents uphill or through intersections. Other people shared kind words of support or encouragement.
We logged 27 miles today and fared far better than I expected on our first day hauling a full load. I think a lot of our success can be credited to all of the support we have received leading up to this day. Of course, our butts are sore and our legs are on fire, but that’s the name of the game right now.
We feel blessed and loved. What more could we ask for? God is good.