By the Pacific

Many years ago, seven to be exact, we packed our belongings, gathered our boys, and moved out west. For an adult, it might not seem like a long time, but then you look at the kids, and you see that in seven years a lot can happen and a lot can change. This is a picture taken during our fist spring here. Ethan wasn't even crawling, Christian was in Kindergarten and Nolan still had a those chubby cheeks. What a difference can seven years make! It also occurred to me, that this is the longest we have lived in the same house since we got married. To remember our migration to the west, every March we celebrate Bellingham Day. This year we headed to Deception Pass to do something we could not have done in the Midwest:

Have a fire and roast marshmallows on the beach!

Turns out that we could not do it in the Midwest, or out here in the West. Before we actually started the fire, I saw the park ranger and asked about it, since we had not seen any signs that would allow us or not, to have a fire on the beach. Not surprisingly, we had to use a fire ring. The cute hand made one with beach rocks did not count. Not being deterred by a minor curve ball, we moved up to another area and had our celebratory wiener/marshmallow roast.

It tasted delicious as we enjoyed the sunset over the Pacific.