Boat Street Cafe: Seattle

Anyday, everyday I get to sit across the breakfast table from one of my beloved (adult) children is a wonderful day. So much more so after passing ruby red tulips and buttery daffodils on the way into a cafe to order cornmeal cakes and yet another variation of poached eggs smothered in hollandaise sauce. 

Last year we traveled the West Coast together for 10 days. It was the kind of bliss that happens after one of you have been one of the victims in a shooting and for a moment had your short life flash before your eyes. And you sit in a courtroom watching the perpetrator plead guilty realizing how fragile our lives are in so many ways. How quickly they can change. It makes you want to order extra hollandaise and eat very slowly, chewing each bit many times before swallowing. And make the most of all the time spent together.