Flying back from Los Angeles to Seattle I passed the time snapping photos of the many mountain ranges we crossed from my window seat. As my tall husband sat in the awkward middle seat I am reminded by this act alone just how kind and loving he is. I particularly enjoyed the snow capped peaks and the puddle of cool whip I spied in the photo above....I mean it looked just like cool whip to me.
The closer we reached Seattle the sky darkened and the clouds thickened. Off in the distance a familiar sight greeted us home.