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Pancakes in Portland

My one and only child is clear across the country on Mother’s Day.

And I blame Donald Miller.

Back when she was in high school she read Through Painted Deserts, she’s wanted to visit Portland ever since.

So she booked her flight not realizing…

I awoke this morning to a text that was time-stamped 2:30 am: “landed in Portland.”

At 12:30 pm Detroit time,  9:30 am Portland time, I sent her a text: “Safe and sound?”

Because that’s all a mama wants on Mother’s Day.

Especially when mama’s personality type is INFJ – The Protector.

“yes. Happy Mother’s Day. Love You!”


“first stop: Breakfast at a Swedish restaurant
Danish pancakes with lemon curd and lingonberries”

Love you, too, baby girl. Keep the pics coming.




7 thoughts on “Pancakes in Portland

  1. I understand the mixed feelings… I always wanted to see my kids happy, and when I can say on Mother’s Day that they are, then all is well! Glad you see it that way too! Next year may be different!

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