I don't get to see my sweet girl all that often. When I do, it's cause for non-lady-like yelps of pleasure and general celebration. It's never quiet. After the initial joy-filled greetings, the subsequent visit almost always features (and prominently) a spectacular selection of desserts, presents and kind words. I've mentioned to you how much I like this woman. I love her and I like her - if you catch the distinction.
While she and her family blessed us with their easy company, we went to Fort Langley and shopped for antiques, went for an absolutely fabulous tapas dinner where we must have sampled close to 15 different dishes (my favorite of which was, I think, the Ahi Tuna), drove into Steveston where we were trapped - parked - on the freeway due to a multi-vehicle accident in the tunnel and finally arrived to hear from local vendors that "they'd never in their lives seen it as busy as it was this day." Though we had to keep close tabs on our respective children, we had a windy, wonderful time. We watched hundreds of people line up for fresh seafood and feasted our eyes on some really unique sights, captured in very small part by the photos you see here today. I wish so much that I felt comfortable posting some pictures of the six kids, as the joy they clearly derived from one another's companionship was both obvious and touching. I love their love for one another. And I love my sister.