Yes, it is Friday, and this blog is supposed to be published on Wednesday. What happened? September. Even without kids going back to school, the new month signals the re-boot of volunteer opportunities and, well, a last grab at enjoying a summer day. Time to take the ferry to Seattle and walk through Pike Place Market. Tourists are thinning, but what is more fun than watching people from around the world take their photo in front of the first Starbucks? The fresh flower displays beckon my camera and buskers catch my ear. Taking our daughter, Eden, to dinner at Ponti's on the ship canal, capped the day with good spirits in my heart and in my wine glass. I love catching up with her young life,
supporting her plans.

As a little child, I thought the first month of the year WAS September, so changed was our routine. Now the month is a comfortable settling into more familiar weather for us Northwestern folk. It also signals a celebration of the best September ever--when our first child, Evan, was born. Nothing has ever been the same, September in, September out.