It was the middle of the summer.
We were going up to the mountains to pick blueberries.
We were in the Pacific Northwest, where summertime is paradise.
At least, it’s supposed to be.
Picking blueberries as a family on a warm, sunny day was the plan.
This is what happened.
However, this is also what happened.
Lots of love and memories.
Today, I am grateful for a change of plans. His ways are not our own…they are better!