We went away for a bit, and look what we saw:
Take my word for it, trees like that do not grow on the short grass prairie.
And roses! Growing outside! Like it was no big deal!
I had a Georgia O'Keeffe moment:
And my grandmother had a moment of her own:
The boy met a hermit crab:
And I got all artsy with my camera, as I used to do back in the day when I was living on student loans and hope and pretension (that would be... oh, let's see, last year).
I admired a bridge:
And a lighthouse:
And my boy...
...the Neptune Stairs...
...without falling. (Well, he fell later, but that's another story. Actually, it's not a story at all. He fell because he's a boy and boys fall.)
Why did we do all this?
The best reason possible:
My mom got her Master's degree from Royal Roads University in Victoria, and we all went out to celebrate with her. A good time was had by all, and we couldn't be more proud. ("I went to my mom's convocation," I told a co-worker. "Oh," she said, "so that's where you get your complete lack of ambition.")
Congratulations, mom. You done good.