SEEING SILAS IN SEATTLE

We’re back from a 3-day trip to Seattle to visit Grandson Silas and his parents. From our home in the rural east side of Washington state, we traveled over the river, beside still waters and rushing streams, beside cow pastures and greening fields, over the forested mountain pass to the city with its rushing traffic.

 

Silas was a delight. Perhaps you have grandchildren and know what they’re like at 18 months. He has enough words to get his ideas across, and soon he’ll speak in whole sentences. We had so much fun.

We ate good food. “Mm-mmm,” said Silas as he sampled Grandma’s lasagna soup. Silas likes nutritious food, like oatmeal and pumpkin puree straight from the can. And maybe you can tell that he doesn’t miss meals. "Puleez," he says as he begs for more.

 

Reading with Grandpa

We shopped, and Silas insisted on moving along with the cart.

At the nursery where Hallie bought strawberry plants, Silas loved following the wagon.

 

 

As always, saying “good-bye” was a tug at the heartstrings, but this time it was unbearable as Silas reached out to give me a good cuddle hug. I cried as Mike and I drove away, and I will cry again as I think of it. Some things are just poignant, and this expression of love from a little guy that I won’t see again for several months was just too much.

But life goes on. We can’t live with them, you know. No one would like that. They have things to do and so do we. In fact, Hallie planted strawberries and marigolds in her garden that afternoon. We were home just after 1:00, and Mike made a 20-mile bike ride. KW